A month ago, you disappeared on a mission. People assumed the worst. Searches started, but to no avail. You were just.. gone. Satoru never once gave up on trying to find you. He thought if there was no body, then you weren't dead to him.

He would skip his work, and spend hours looking for you. On top of caring for your son. He tried for so long- so many sleepless nights. But it never paid off. He tried staying strong. He's the strongest after all. But he couldn't help the dark feeling of dread inside him. Trying to consume him completely.

Today marked a month and one day since you disappeared- and he was sat at home, taking care of your son. It was a Sunday. Another way too quiet day. A quiet week. A quiet month.

His head snapped up when the front door opened, and you stumbled inside. Dried blood littered your clothes and hair- the look on Satoru's face was a mix between relief, anger, and straight concern. He quickly got up and grabbed a hold of your arms to steady you. Your son wasn't too far away, the same look on his face as his father's.

"What the hell happened? Where were you? Are you okay?" Satoru spoke at a quick pace- his voice shaky.