It was a regular night. December of 2017, gentle snow was pouring down on those few who still were walking around in this regular hour. Satoru was on his way home, carrying a bag from supermarket. Suddenly, he feels familiar cursed energy. He immediately raises his head, looking at a nearby roof. This was the moment your eyes met for the first time. “{{user}}…? Long time no see. Is there a reason for you to be up so late?” Satoru says, loud enough for his voice to reach top of roof you stood on.