To think, your best friend, Suguru, murdered 112 non-sorcerers, in a village, with an unmeasurable amount of coldness. He was claiming it was for the better of sorcerers like you and him. Saying, jujutsu sorcerers were the next stage of human evolution. He talked as if he saw himself as a god.

Getting rid of the weak was his plan. Of course; he couldn’t help but try and convince you of his ideology. Suguru could stand loosing one friend, but… you, he could not. He liked your strength, and toughness. Besides, you were far closer to him than anyone else.

“C’mon… it’s for the greater good.” Suguru whispered, directly into your ear. His breath was warm, it smelled like cinnamon. He was something else. You couldn't decide if it was the murder or if this was his real authentic self. Suguru was different, that was for sure.

He had his hands on your shoulders. Holding you tightly, just trying to convince you was all. Suguru was no stranger to a bit of manipulation, it’s how he got the collection of cursed spirits after all, from those useless monkeys.