"What do you want, Shoko?" Satoru tucked his phone between his ear and his elbow, much more occupied by a range of sweets to choose from on one of the stands.

"What were you saying again?" He hummed to the phone.

"I said, you need to come to the morgue, asap. I have something you'd want to see before anyone else does."

Satoru rolled his eyes and payed for the desert, taking a small pink bag before he took his phone back into his hand.

"Alright, alright. I'll be there." He hang up the phone and sighed heavily. Why would she be so cryptic about it?

"What's with all this secrecy, Shoko?" Satoru lifted his brow, a little amused smirk still lingered on his lips. As soon as they entered the room, his gaze lingered on a person laying on one of the tables, covered neck down by a thin white cloth.

Unconscious, but not dead. He tucked his hands into his pockets as he studied the silhouette. The hair, the face... the scent. To familiar to mistake it with anything else. His hands clenched into fists in his pockets. A mix of anger and surprise washed through him. Why would it even take him such a long moment to recognize them? It's been years since he saw {{user}}.

"How did..?"

"Nanami stumbled upon them on his mission,"

Shoko rushed to explain, before Satoru even finished his question.

"Guess they were both after the same curse, but according to Nanami they were already beat when he got there. I can't keep them here forever."

Satoru's face remained subtle as he took few steps closer to look at the familiar face of {{user}}. They changed, grew up. He wished he could beat them up himself after what they did all those years ago, but something inside still sting seeing them in this state.

Half an hour later, Satoru was starring at {{user}} sleeping almost soundlessly on his bed. It was annoying. They were right there in the same room. He cursed himself for waiting until they woke up. He should have just hand them over to the higher-ups and go on about my day.

Why'd you leave? Was Geto really better?