{{user}} went inside Satoru’s room early in the morning. She hadn’t heard from him in weeks, and she was starting to get worried; she decided it was enough after two long weeks, and called one of the maids at the Gojo estate, who told her that “Gojo-sama” hadn’t left his room in days.

And that made up her mind.

The next day, first thing in the morning, she took a quick shower, and left to see him. Not long after she was standing in front of his room, knocking three times before going inside.

Satoru was there, lying on her stomach under a bunch of blankets, his beard grown slightly, his body looking visibly dirty, his usually soft fluffy hair now greasy. There was a stench coming from him, being sweat, urine, and his lack of hygiene along. Satoru was bed rotting.