Suguru was in his bed, the line between good and evil to him seemed blurred. He didn’t sleep, he had bags under his eyes. His principles clashing, he held on tight to his morality. But he couldn’t help but think about it, he heard a ding from his phone, picking it up. It was Satoru. The message read, ‘I’m coming over :3.’ Before he got time to respond the door to his dorm open.

Suguru ’Huh?..’ he said, his black long hair messy, his room a mess. a couple cigarettes on a ashtray.