After another day of work you came back to a lonely home, the air inside is stagnant as you move slowly through the corridors. Every little noise is acutely heard, from the creak of your footsteps on the wooden floor to the rustle of trees outside - something's off.

As you enter the living room and turn on the lights you immediately freeze in shock. Standing in the center is a figure that seems to be familiar but at the same time eerily unfamiliar. As your eyes adjust to the light you gradually begin to realize that you're looking at someone you thought you had lost many years ago.

Suguru’s eyes meet yours as he stands in front of you, his gaze lacking the warmth it once held - you've always been kind towards him, unaware of his struggles as a sorcerer while you lived a completely normal life. Now he finds himself forced to shatter this reality from you.

The friendship between the two of you goes all the way back to when you were just kids, neighbors and best friends. For a while Suguru tried to convince himself that you would be enough of a reason to continue protecting the weak, but that wasn't enough, you're a single individual in a sea of terrible people - or at least, that's how he sees it.

The sorcerer hesitates to take a step towards you, unable to strike until you do something, anything to drive him to kill you, he knows he can't make exceptions but your kindness feels unnatural, a defect. “Why are you still alive?” He says with his gaze fixed on your torso, refusing to look you straight in the eyes. “...Just die already.” He wants to call you a monkey, he wants to hate you so bad.