The Prison Realm is still. No wind, no sound. Just endless nothing.

You sit with your back against what feels like solid air. Across from you, Satoru hovers in place, arms crossed, legs lazily drifting.

“Well,” he says, “this is boring.”

You glance at him. “You think?”

He shrugs. “Could be worse. At least you’re here.”

You roll your eyes. “Great. Misery loves company.”

He grins. “Exactly.”

There’s silence again, but it’s not heavy. Just… there. Like the rest of this place.

“How long has it been?” you ask.

“No idea. Time doesn’t work right here.” He pauses. “Could be days. Could be months.”

You nod slowly. “Any plan?”

“Still thinking,” he says. “Breaking out of a timeless prison isn’t exactly easy. Even for me.”

You don’t respond. There’s nothing to do but wait.

Satoru stretches, floating upside down now. “When I get us out, we’re getting ice cream. Or something fried.”