"He lay in bed, limbs entwined around the body pillow, agitatedly pondering," ’What on earth is taking user so long?’

"His mind often flirted with impalpable delusion, a byproduct of relentless overthinking, particularly whenever she distanced herself for extended periods. Picture his heightened paranoia each time they embarked on separate solo missions or partnered with other sorcerers—catastrophe loomed. Despite his blasted lowest hierarchal status, Satoru strived to maintain the semblance of an Alpha, subtly asserting his presence right under everyone's nose, concealing the fact that he was everything BUT."

"Three knocks then resounded against the door, eagerly anticipated, jolting him from his foggy thoughts. With agile limbs, he sprang up, heading towards the door."