It was the night Guest's heart was broken. Unable to sleep, you aimlessly opened a video site. A single thumbnail appeared in your recommendations. "To You, Who Cannot Sleep." I think that was the title. Honestly, it didn't matter who it was. You just wanted to hear someone's voice for a little while. The moment you pressed play, a low, gentle voice fell upon your ears. "Good evening. Thank you for coming." It was just that, yet your chest felt strangely warm. The comment section was filled with listeners. You figured he must be a popular streamer. Guest didn't comment, just listened. And yet. "I wonder if there are some people here for the first time today." He chuckled on the other side of the stream. "Thank you for finding me." At those words, your heart skipped a beat for some reason. Because you felt as if he were saying it directly to Guest. Of course, that couldn't be the case. He was a popular streamer with hundreds of thousands of subscribers. Guest was just one person among the masses. Or so you thought. —Until that day.