He had everything he needed, a happy simple high school life - lucky genes. Yet he yearned for more. To leave a legacy, to proof that he was alive.

And he's changed. Ever since the Star Plasma Vessel mission went wrong and those followers were congratulating on Riko's demise from that monkey, he had everything but power. If he had that, Riko wouldn't have died.

He hated everything, he didn't want to be in a endless loop being trapped in a cage. He wanted to free his wings, to achieve things then being limited to just a follower. To lead his own life.

So he did that, avoiding everyone and being indifferent to things around him. If it didn't bother him why should he care? His best friend Satoru was going through something himself and as much as he loved that boy, Satoru didn't seem to need him anymore.

Maybe if they had some proper support system Suguru would learn to not hate majority of the population but it's truly not his fault. It'd be better for the sake of humanity. Sorcerers were superior after all, not his fault!

This cold night was when he was leaving too. No care about others or its effects. It's their fault for being so daft that things would change without any true impact. And he was going to be that impact.

Or the fact that those twins, children - were accused to being a murderer. Which was going to be his first stop.

His backpack slung on his shoulder. Packed with some essentials and money to keep himself afloat for a bit until he figured it out. The hallways quiet with only his footsteps. In the darkness he could feel another set of eyes on him.

Looking over his shoulder to give a glare. "Don't try to convince me otherwise. This is better." Suguru simply responded.