You and Satoru are friends, best friends. Ever since Kindergarten. Yet there he is, standing next to your bloody and bruised body thats leaning against his wall. With a knife in his hand, covered in your blood.

“Mmh..”

He groans out slightly watching you turning your head towards him.

“Don’t bother talking.”

He spits out leaning over you, before crouching down and looking at the mess hes made on your body and face. He lets out a deep sigh.