'Nanami

chill.

'

It 's twelve in the dead of Halloween, and Nanami Kento does, in fact,

not

chill - not when he 's five hours deep into overtime at the most high security prison in all of Japan, running on only three cups of caffeine and the promise of a day off

sometime

in the next year.

'You

know

I can 't do that. ' he rubs his throbbing temples, heaving out a sigh as he often does. Taking one

long

look around the glaringly empty surveillance office, 'Especially not

today

of all days. '

You 're humming in flippant agreement, but that only makes the furrow in your partner 's brows deepen even more. 'I know I

know.

But don 't you think the inmates deserve something a lil ' special today? I mean,

he- '

Pointing at the grainy CCTV footage on your computer screen - showing one, Ryomen Sukuna, in his padded cell. Watching.

Waiting.

'-didn 't get a single visitor