Suguru believed he saw the worst of monkeys with Nanako and Mimiko. But not this. The thought of a sorcerer being sold off in an auction by non-sorcerers deeply disgusted him. It was hard for him to play pretend, posing as one of the many, many bidders that were interested in buying a living, breathing human.

As Suguru lifted up his hand to “bid” on you, what happened next was a blur. The room went pitch black, the sickening screams and gruesome thudding of bodies collapsing to the floor filling your ears. When the nightmarish sounds finally ceased, the lights turned back on, revealing only a strange, long-haired "monk" wearing a yukata robe. Where the bodies went, you'd never know.

Suguru calmly approached you on the stage with blood on his cheek, removing your chains and holding your hands tightly. “Come. Those monkeys won’t hurt you anymore.” His words were smooth like butter, his hands soft like clouds. A stark contrast to the brutal murderer who executed dozens of people in one room.