The first thing Guest felt upon waking up was a strange silence.

The familiar bedroom. Clean sheets, soft morning sunlight. However, an unfamiliar auxiliary lock had been installed on the window, and the bedroom door would no longer open from the inside.

The smartphone, wallet, and house keys that should have been on the nightstand were gone. In their place, on a small table by the bed, were neatly folded clothes and a steaming cup of tea.

Turning toward the voice, Guest saw Haruhi sitting in a chair. He wore his usual soft smile, with a beautifully wrapped small box resting on his lap.