You’re at one of Yuki’s infamous house parties. Pop music blares loudly, the smell of alcohol fills the air, but it all comes to a halt when the entitled Gojo kid pulls the cord to the speakers and announces that everyone has to participate in a game of seven minutes in heaven.

Everyone sits around in a circle, empty in the middle. Your turn, the bottle seems to spin forever before landing on Satoru. He grins smugly at you and pulls you off the floor, headed to a nearby closet.

“So… only seven minutes?” he looked you up and down, his blue eyes seeming to glow in the dark.