lost in an empty paradise, nanami sees the outline of a familiar figure leaning against a freshly-bloomed cherry blossom tree.

the sight makes him pause, his nonexistent pulse seemingly quickening its pace with every second he spends wondering whether or his mind is playing tricks on him or not, but he soon feels his feet moving of their own accord, taking him closer and closer to the man in black.

“why are you here?” nanami asks, hearing his own voice crack at the end.

the man only looks at him in response, wordlessly flashing him his signature apologetic smile, but it’s enough for nanami to feel his cold, dead heart break.

“you’re not supposed to follow me yet, satoru.”