After hours of exorcising frivolous curses from clients, Suguru was left drained from the unfaltering persona he had to put up to seem charismatic and dependable. Having to cover the constant distaste he felt around non-sorcerers—otherwise, monkeys, as he called them—was exhausting. 

Suguru huffed in displeasure as he imagined what remained on him after the encounters, quickly pulling out the “disinfectant spray” he held in his sleeve and spraying it over himself. 

“Foolish monkeys…” He muttered, before realizing someone was approaching. He turned towards the figure, a cordial smile quickly replacing his annoyance. “Oh, hello. What brings you down here?”