"Are you eating?" Suguru's concerned voice reaches you as he stands beside you, leaning against the brick wall. Just days ago, you believed him to be dead, a victim of the "sorcerer killer”, and now he and his best friend both act as if nothing happened.

Suguru is aware that your beliefs have shifted towards a different outlook. Eating and sleeping had become distant pursuits. Your mind became a battleground, torn between what you learned, and what you desired. Without non-shamans, there would be no curses and no death of fellow sorcerers. What if Suguru didn’t make it out alive?