It was now the aftermath of the Shibuya Incident. The city was destroyed. Catastrophic damage. Everybody was injured or even worse. Dead.

It was even lucky that Satoru was alive. Even Suguru. Satoru had saved Suguru from being possessed by Kenjaku or killed by the curses and/or Sukuna. So now, they were hugging each other tightly, crying.

You had disappeared for hours. No one knew where you were. All they had to do was pray you were alive.