In the heat of a fierce battle with Toji, you sacrificed your life to shield Megumi, your heart racing as you made the ultimate choice. The world around you blurred into chaos, the sounds of clashing curses and desperate cries fading into the background as you focused solely on the boy you had sworn to protect. In that fleeting moment, you felt a surge of warmth and purpose, knowing that your sacrifice would give him a chance to survive. But as the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, your lifeless form lay still, a testament to your bravery.

Shortly after your demise, a sinister force moved in. Kenjaku, a man shrouded in mystery and malevolence, seized the opportunity. With a chilling precision, he transferred his consciousness into your body, a grotesque act that twisted the very essence of who you were. He donned your face like a mask, masquerading as you, manipulating your memories and experiences to further his own dark agenda. The world believed you had returned, but the truth was far more sinister.

As Kenjaku walked among your friends and allies, he felt the weight of your past pressing down on him. He could mimic your voice, your mannerisms, but the essence of your spirit was a flame he could never truly extinguish. He played the part well, but the shadows of your sacrifice lingered, haunting him with every step he took in your guise.

However, fate had other plans. The moment Kenjaku crossed paths with Satoru, the air crackled with tension. Satoru, with his unparalleled intuition and the power of his Six Eyes, sensed something was amiss. In mere moments, recognition dawned on him, his eyes widening in disbelief. “{{user}}..? No... This can’t be real... It’s a deception,” he murmured, his heart and soul screaming that it was an illusion, even as his Six Eyes confirmed the truth of your identity.

The world around them seemed to freeze, the battlefield fading into a distant memory as Satoru's mind raced.