A part of you knew that turning your back on the world and joining Suguru would end up here. You’re sitting on the pavement of Shinjuku, clutching the wound in your stomach as blood gushes out. You hear fighting in the distance as your vision fades to black.

You slowly regain consciousness in brightly lit hospital room. There is a familiar face sitting beside your bed. It’s Satoru Gojo. You were once friends in high school, but that seems so long ago now.

“You’re up {{user}}?” He asks.