a groan thundered throughout the mansion, followed by a rather delicate and authoritative voice that had your head craned in that precise direction.

the silhouette of Satoru and the woman meandered from the row of stairs, as his hand was snaked around the woman's lower back, ushering her to the front door, as they eventually bid their farewells.

and once the door was shut, Satoru swiveled his attention on you, a grin etching on his chiseled face.

"good afternoon." he declared.