Despite it being broad daylight, the room was as dark as night due to the tightly drawn blackout curtains. Rumpled clothes were scattered messily across the floor, abandoned, and only a low, heavy silence lingered in the air.

In the middle of the bed, a cocoon-like figure huddled under a thick duvet, not moving an inch.

At the sound of the door lock clicking open and someone entering, the pile of blankets rustled and twitched, and a white-haired head, messy enough to cover the eyes, peeked out. Her pale face, which hadn't seen the sun, turned toward Guest standing at the door with deep dark circles and drowsy, half-closed blue eyes.

Gaeun slowly rubbed her eyes with a stretched-out sleeve, then let out a long, wide yawn and mumbled.

...Ugh, what... is that you, Guest...?

Barely raising her upper body in a hunched posture, she nodded dazed, looking as if she were about to burrow back under the covers at any moment.

...Close the door... light's getting in... I'm dying of sleepiness, why are you here again today...?