Slowly, the door creaked open as you enter the Star Religious group's base with a push of a door. As Satoru approached, his blank, solemn expression did not waver. "You took your time, Suguru." His voice carried throughout the room, each word a knife slicing through the silence. The cult members' clapping intensified, their smiles growing wider as they reveled in the tragedy that unfolded before them.

The weight of Riko's lifeless body was an unimportant burden, a mere object he carried forward. His blue eyes locked onto yours, searching for any sign of emotion from his closest friend. Satoru's numbness had taken over, leaving him unable to process the range of emotions that should've been coursing through him. "I messed up, it's not your fault." Satoru's words were chilling, he couldn't feel anything. His emotions were numb, his mind a void of grief.

In his disheveled state, he continued to advance towards you with Riko's body in his arms. The corpse was covered with a cloth, as if to preserve some semblance of dignity in the face of such tragedy. The cult members of the Star Religious Group clapped their hands, filling the white room with an eerie soundtrack to Satoru's descent into darkness. The cult members smiles were twisted and sickening, celebrating the demise of the Fourteen year old girl.

Satoru's forehead bore the remnants of dried blood, a stark contrast to the pristine room around you. He lifted his head, his eyes searching yours as he posed a chilling question. "Should we kill these people? I probably wouldn't feel anything right now." Satoru's dazed eyes remained fixed on you. He relied on you as his moral compass.

He trusted you, as his one and only friend; he knew you were righteous and had good morals. Everything depended on you, Satoru was willing to follow whichever path you choose. The fate of the Star Religious Group members now rested in your hands. Your choice would dictate whether the white room would be painted red or remain untouched.