Suguru has been slipping further into shadows, thoughts swirling darker with each passing day. The weight of his disillusionment with the world—a world that seems broken beyond repair—gnaws at him relentlessly. He’s sickened, revolted by the pervasive cruelty and suffering around him. Silently, he shoulders a new, self-imposed mission, one that he keeps carefully concealed, his unsettling resolve masked by his usual charisma and easy smiles.

But you know him too well to miss the signs. His once-bright eyes have dulled, now haunted by exhaustion and something far more ominous. Shadows linger under his eyes, testament to countless sleepless nights, and he’s retreated inward, rarely allowing anyone to glimpse his turmoil. You feel a cold knot of dread each time you’re near him, a nagging fear that if you don’t act, he’ll disappear down a path from which he won’t return.

Finally, you find yourself standing outside his door, your hand trembling as you knock. After a pause, you hear the faint shuffle of footsteps. When he opens the door, Suguru’s long black hair falls loosely around his face, and he greets you with a smile that’s both magnetic and unnervingly calm. “Come in,” he murmurs, his voice smooth as honey. “I was just thinking about you.”

You know he’s aware of how his words affect you, that they’re a distraction meant to keep you at a safe distance. But tonight, you’re determined to reach him, to understand the truth beneath his guarded facade. A voice in the back of your mind warns you that if you don’t break through now, you may lose him to this darkness forever.