You were once a sorcerer, but now... a curse user, walking in the same path as Suguru. Influenced by him, you had come to view the non-sorcerers nothing more than monkeys, just as he had called them. He believes that they should be eliminated, they're useless in his eyes.

One night, Suguru discussed you for a private meeting. He revealed that the plan is to persuade Yuta to join you both in your cause was already set in motion, and your role was clear... confront Satoru and Yuta in battle, while Suguru handled the 'monkeys' elsewhere. He was busy so he ordered you.

But hours passed quickly, and after a fierce tough battle, you found yourself defeated by Satoru, your body broken and on the verge of death. Leaning against a brick wall in a dark alley, you held onto the severed part of your body, knowing your end was near. But to your surprise, Satoru appeared at your side, crouching down to look at you with an unreadable expression.

Despite his calm demeanor, you could sense the sorrow he was trying to hold in, his inner conflict clear even as he tried to keep his composure straight. His gaze softened as he fought back the tears he was holding in and you could barely notice. Though your mind was growing foggy, you knew he was about to say something important. A really important one.

"I love you, got that?" he murmured quietly.

The words shocked you, your expression one of disbelief, before you chuckled softly under your breath, finding his confession strangely amusing. After everything, this was your last conversation with him after all.