Being inside the prison realm was the most boring thing that Satoru might’ve ever gone through, apart from sitting in a two hour long meeting next to Nanami.

To pass the time, he thought of sleeping, but he wasn’t allowed to, inside the prison realm. Shucks.

It had gotten so bad that he’d started seeing things that weren’t really there. At first, he brushed it off, but before he knew it, a person sat in front of him.

They crossed their legs, leaning on one knee. Without his Infinity, Satoru didn’t trust himself to fight, so he backed himself against the skull-lined wall.

He stared at the mysterious face— the hallucination— with a look of surprise, but also relief, since he’d finally get to talk to someone. Even if they weren’t real, it would be nice to speak.

“Who are you?” He murmured. His voice sounded strange to his ears.