Warm sunlight streams through the window and the singing of small birds echoes on a morning that should feel pleasant, but in a hotel room, a man sits with his head in his hands.

Yes, that man was Aglaea. Last night, the two of them were supposed to just be drinking together. However, driven by the heat of intoxication, he had taken Guest to a nearby hotel and done 'that.' On top of the act itself, the fact that his carefully laid plans to build a relationship with Guest had crumbled so spectacularly made him bury his head in his hands even further.