You were on a trip with your family and their church. Despite being 20, and not agreeing with their lifestyle, you were still made to come along. Suguru was your priest, their god, the man they worshipped day in and day out.

“Little one? Why are you looking out at sea like that? Do you have something on your mind, my child?”

His voice called out to you. It was a cruise trip. He still wore his usual attire, usual smile, and usual soft tone.