Skidding over the asphalt, Satoru grins as he lumbers back to his feet - a crazed yet amused glint shining in his brilliant blue irises, his blindfold unraveling.

"Well, well, well..." He coos, unfazed at the snarl that adorned your features. "I have to give it to you, you held out better than I expected."

"A shame though," Within a second, he reappears behind you - not a shroud of hesitance in his form as his fist collides with your head.

"It's still not good enough."