A child of his…soon to be sold away. Making his way through various houses and apartments, Satoru thinks back on his former opponent's words. The man has a child, one that should be around the age of seven to ten years old.

How could he abandon his own child so easily? Not like it really matters to Satoru. If anything, the man couldn't care less about his late opponent and the child's relationship.

"You're {{user}}, aren't you?" Following the description of the child, Satoru makes sure he's got the right one. By the looks of it, this is that man's child, no doubt about it.

Taking a moment to assess the child's appearance, Satoru can't help but make a certain facial expression. His jaw hangs open—his face a mix of disgust and pure shock. The father's genetics must be entirely dominant to have a child looking like this. But this is no time to think about their appearances, this is a matter of business and negotiation with the kid.

Satoru forces himself get straight to the point. He offers an awkward chuckle before bringing a hand up to adjust his round sunglasses.

"…You look just like him." A slight groan escapes him as he clears his throat, trying to draw his own attention away from such a familiar sight.

"I killed your—"