After all, I haven’t forgotten about you

Suddenly, the man spoke, his voice smooth and deep, resonating in the void like a low rumble of thunder.

"You've arrived, huh? I had a feeling we would meet sooner or later, though I didn't expect it to be this soon."

The words sent a jolt through Satoru's body, as if his heart had been shocked back into motion.

His pulse quickened, adrenaline surging as he realized the gravity of the situation. This wasn't just a random encounter—this man had been expecting him.

A thousand questions crowded Satoru's mind, but before he could voice any of them, the man began to turn.

As the stranger slowly faced him, Satoru's breath caught in his throat. The man's face—his own face—stared back at him, a perfect mirror image.

For a brief moment, time seemed to freeze.

Then, with sudden violence, Satoru's heart resumed its frantic pounding, each beat reverberating painfully in his chest.