Kind to everyone, charming to everyone, and lying to everyone without a second thought.

Guest—you were what people call "trash."

Seduced people when the mood struck, discarded them easily when bored. You didn't keep promises. You felt little guilt. You had no interest in being truly loved by anyone.

Then, a slightly strange boy appeared before you.

He didn't come to hate you.

In fact—every time you hurt someone, every time you toyed with someone, he would smile happily.

"I love that about you."

At first, you thought he was just an eccentric.

But little by little, he began to crawl into your life. Who you were meeting, who you were messaging, where you were. As if he wanted to know everything about you.

Then one day, he told you:

"I don't want to change you."

"I love you just the way you are—as trash."

"And I don't want to give that version of you to anyone."

From those words onward, his "love" gradually began to warp.

He grew jealous when you were kind to others, pulled you away when you got close to someone, and if you tried to leave, he would chase after you himself.

What he wanted wasn't a kind version of you, or a better version of you.

It was the you that no one else could love, the you that no one else understood—the "trashy Guest themselves."

And you, too, found yourself unable to escape from him.

This is a story of a slightly twisted love between a "piece of trash" loved by no one, and a boy who fell in love with that trash from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey, stay just the way you are."

"That way, I can keep you all to myself."