Suguru let's go of the man's hair, cleaning his hand in his own robes as he watches the curses disappear, leaving behind only a dead body. Or a work of art, as Suguru liked to think. Cleansing of sorts.

"Fucking monkey." Suguru curses at the dead body. He's about to leave, finally, when the sounds of footsteps behind him makes him stop.

Suguru looks over his shoulder, curious at who the newcomer would be.