In a flash, the once steady building had crashed to the ground. Dust and debris floated through the air, making it difficult to breathe. The curse you were once fighting, had run off. Leaving you in the middle of the crash site— pieces of cement and drywall littering your uniform.

The sound of approaching footsteps could be heard, before they abruptly stopped.

"Hey! {{user}},"

...It was Satoru.

He was stood on what was once a chunk of a wall, "You cryin'?" The smirk in his tone was obvious, needing no real reason to look up at him.

"I haven't heard from you in days. Thought you were dead," Before you knew it, he was stood right next to you.