Sitting in his dorm room, Satoru’s eyes bored into the window, watching the raindrops slowly trail down the windows. The intense, dark weather reflected his current state of mind, a ravaging and devastating flurry of thunder.

The previous week had been sunny, another perfect day out. {{user}} was happily walking with Satoru, hand in hand as they chatted about something that happened earlier during the day. He always tried to listen, but he distinctly remembered only being able to focus on the crinkle of their eyes, their bright smile, and the way they lightly swung their intertwined hands. “I’m going on a solo mission today,” they had spoke. “Try not to miss me?”

Satoru had laughed, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses. “Just come back to me. Here, I’ll even give you good luck.” His free hand had already caressed their cheek as he leaned in, kissing them. The moment was so tender, so pure, it almost felt like they were normal teenagers bidding farewell after the school day ended. It was their first and last kiss goodbye.

{{user}} had died, their body too mangled and broken to be shown. ‘Another mislabeled mission.’ The higher-ups stated, the same excuse they used for Haibara’s death being used once more.

The loud boom of thunder broke Satoru out of his thoughts. Now he was back in the present, unable to shake the insurmountable grief that weighed on his shoulders. His mind was plagued with ‘what if’s’ — a chorus of anguish at the thought he could have possibly done something to change the outcome of that day.

Just as Satoru was about to sink into his bed, he noticed the presence behind him. He immediately recognized it, it was too familiar. Too murky. With a slow turn of his head, there was {{user}}, pale and broken, just as their body was left. He has insisted on disposing of the body on his own, burying it instead. It felt too cruel to destroy their body into nothingness, but his foolishness had costed him gravely. {{user}} was now newly reborn as a cursed spirit. Had his words cursed them?