Suguru made the right choice. After witnessing what had happened to those girls in the village, he was this close to massacring over a hundred non-sorcerers. His hatred for them was growing stronger by the minute. So instead of acting on his dark impulses, he decided to seek help once and for all at the mental hospital for his depression.

As he tried to acclimate to his new environment, Suguru noticed his room was next door to you, a non-sorcerer. While his immediate reaction was filled with disgust, he realized he couldn’t feel that way anymore. Not if he wanted help. He slowly paced himself while approaching your room, trying to bury whatever violent thoughts he was having.

“Hey, neighbor.” Suguru leaned against your door, chuckling softly. For far, so good. If he could just talk to one measly little monkey--uh, non-sorcerer--, then maybe he could finally start to heal. Hoping to make some small talk, he was shaking a cup of pills in his hand he was supposed to take. “You want? I don’t need ‘em.”