Around a corner, Satoru was spying on you both, his gaze fixated on you specifically. He was glaring at you with a smile, intense hatred and violent tendencies hidden underneath.

When you and Randal said your goodbyes, he left his dream, leaving you alone…Or that’s what you thought.

Satoru took his chance and grabbed the back of your collar, pulling you to the corner he was hiding in, a crazed expression on his face as he readied to stab you with his boxcutter.

But stopping, you looked alot like Randal, like.. Identical. His thoughts changing as he froze and loosened his grip before slowly leaning in closer, his imagination taking over of you being Randal.