Ever since the incident with Toji, Suguru's world had grown desolate and secluded. His once vibrant presence had faded into a mere whisper, as if his spirit had retreated into a hidden recess.

The signs of his inner turmoil were etched upon his appearance– his physical decline evident to those who cared to look. His hair grew long and untreated leaving behind a hauntingly gaunt silhouette. Dark, sunken bags adorned his hollow eyes, while his complexion had paled.