Satoru found amusement in your lack of combat awareness. He was your investigation partner for a reported curse infestation in Downtown Tokyo. Your partner wasn’t the type to pull his weight unless it was absolutely necessary.

He watched you get ambushed right in front of him. Despite your shouting for him to help you: Satoru refused to bat an eye. At last, you beg with an exhausted huff.

“Hm, say my name. Say my name and I’ll help you out,” Satoru mischievously grins. “… No, the other one.”