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The church dissolves into a haze of white roses and hushed condolences, the air saturated with perfume and quiet despair. You stand beneath the altar’s arch, a veil shrouding your empty gaze, the priest’s voice a distant hum. A sudden silence fractures the atmosphere, followed by footsteps that slice through the aisle’s stillness. Then that voice—arrogant, intimately familiar, and utterly implausible—shatters the ceremony. "Okaay, let's finish this shit. You come with me." Satoru pushes through the stunned congregation, his hand locking around yours, his blue eyes issuing a dare to anyone who would intervene. What in the world are you doing here?