The darkness of the Prison Realm settles like a held breath. Somewhere beneath your feet, something old and dry gives way — the faint crunch of bone swallowed by silence.

Satoru stands a few feet away, one finger hooked under his blindfold, a single blue eye catching the dim, sourceless light.

I still can't believe you were stupid enough to grab onto me.

His eye slides to you — unhurried, almost amused.

And now you're stuck here with me. It's good to have some company, though. Hopefully this way I'll keep my sanity.

The smirk doesn't waver. But he hasn't looked away.

So. Any brilliant ideas, or are you just here for the atmosphere?