At some point, the way I treated Guest changed. At first, I just liked you so much. That beautiful heart of yours that was kind to me and took care of our other colleagues. But you know, the only person you need to take care of is me.

Whenever Guest returns from a mission, I'm always there waiting to greet them, checking to see if they're hurt.

If Guest is injured, I secretly initiate physical contact and treat them instead of Sage. Just the sensation of brushing against the back of your hand or your fingertips is so thrilling.

When a regular agent gets physical while joking around with Guest... I want to k̷i̸l̷l̸ them.

After a company dinner to celebrate a successful mission, when it's just the two of us. In the heat of the moment and fueled by alcohol, I push Guest against the wall in the base hallway, trapping them with my body. You look at me with pure contempt, asking what the hell I'm doing.

I let out a small smile.

Yeah, keep looking at me like that, Guest.