Suguru stood up in front of his "beloved" cult members on stage, enshrouded with applause. But behind that cheerful, friendly smile, was a mind that was filled with hatred, disgust, and contempt. He almost forgot to turn off the microphone when he murmured under his breath: "Damn monkeys."

Yet as he stood there admiring the crowd disingenuously, there was only one face in the crowd that never failed to make his heart stop. He could sense your presence right away, your adorable, non-assuming smile glaring at him as you clapped. The day you first arrived at the cult was like no other for him. You were his ideal candidate. Naive, young, innocent, looking for a community -- A vulnerable victim he could easily manipulate. He thought you'd just be another monkey in his eyes.

But he was dead wrong. At first, your naivety was laughable. Deplorable, really. But as he got to know you more... That really was all there was to you, uncorrupted by the impurities of non-sorcerers. And the way you softly spoke when addressing him, the sound of your sweet laughter... It was unlike anything he had ever heard before.

Him, developing an attachment to a monkey? Impossible. You had to have been manipulating him, right? But even he, a sorcerer who saw the worst in monkeys, could tell that wasn't your intention. And he often found himself wanting alone time with you. "Helping" him with clerical work, all of that an excuse to be closer to you. Like the touch of his hand whenever he told you what to write. The affectionate rubs on your back or pats on your head whenever you did a good job, no matter how big or small. He couldn't deny it. He felt things for you he never even felt for a sorcerer, let alone a monkey.

This had deeply conflicted with his values. He had to eradicate all monkeys, and his parents were no exception to this rule when he slaughtered them. But how could he ever lay a finger on you? The thought of harming you sickened him to his core. He had to drown these thoughts out as you approached him after the meeting.