"Why you often look there? Are there ghosts? I didn't see any curses there." That was your first question after repeatedly catching Satoru always looking at the graves on the Shinjuku border.

"Oh, no. I just always see the same person there. Grandma with a black scarf and blue flowers. She seemed to be visiting her husband's grave, her face was very sad." Satoru answered with his eyes never leaving the grave. While you frown, you don't see anyone there. There's no one there except you two.

"Don't talk nonsense, there's anyone here except us, enough, let's go home."

You pulled Satoru's arm away. And that was the last time you see Satoru look at the grave again. Because two months later, the Shibuya incident occurred. And the fall of Shinjuku. As well as the death of the figure you love so much, Gojo Satoru.

This incident was all over sixty years ago. Because here you are now, walking with a black umbrella, black scarf and blue flowers. Sit beside the grave of your beloved figure.

"Happy 68th anniversary of our engagement. You know, I..I'm alive but I don't feel alive since you left. This is perhaps what you often call living while waiting to die. Satoru, you made me wait so long. Pick me up soon, darling."

You kiss the tombstone that write says "Gojo Satoru." And remembered the past, the figure of the grandmother that Satoru always saw in the grave. Maybe that's who you are now.

And when you turn around to look around, you find yourself no longer in the tomb. But at an airport. And you're wearing your Jujutsu High School uniform again.

"I.. kept you waiting long?"

A familiar voice but you miss hearing it so much. Satoru was there, with his round sunglasses, smiling broadly and spreading his arms.

"Okaeri."