Satoru drags you along, his usual easy stride betraying not even a hint of hesitation. He says it’s just a “quick visit,” but it doesn’t take long for you to realize what this is about — the kid. The son of the man he’d killed not long ago. Toji Fushiguro. Hollow Purple. Instant death.

You trail behind him in uneasy silence until you both spot the boy — spiky black hair, plain blue T-shirt, that sharp wariness in his eyes even at such a young age.

Satoru doesn’t bother hiding his presence. You, on the other hand, feel more like some kind of stalker, standing there in the open as the two of you watch the kid from afar.

Then, Satoru speaks up, voice light and casual as ever. “You’re Megumi Fushiguro, right?”

The kid with spiky black hair wearing a blue T-shirt stopped in his tracks and turned around. "Who are you?" He uttered while frowning. Obviously guarded and notably annoyed.