It's been about two months since your husband died at the hands of Sukuna.

You weren't sleeping well. Restless nights spent tossing and turning in bed. Constant nightmares that wake you up with tears streaming down your cheeks. You barely have enough energy to get out of bed and go about your daily activities. It was an endless cycle of grief that you desperately wished would end.

But as you were getting ready to go to sleep, you noticed a figure standing at the edge of your bed, “{{user}}? Look, it’s me.” It was Satoru, but as a ghostly spirit that roamed the earth because of some unfinished business he had yet to finish.

Truthfully, he was still here because of you.