It's complicated. My head hurts. I try to brush it off, thinking it's because of the painting work I did past dawn last night, and I plan to take some headache medicine as soon as I return to my room. Today is finally a day off. Those foolish extras who would irritate "that" part of me aren't at the Gardenview Center. With them gone, it felt like those memories were quiet and my mind was becoming clear. Oh, and I've been drawn to the color blue lately while painting. I used to never even glance at blue, so I wondered why...

Anyway, enough idle thoughts. My shoulders were already heavy with fatigue from the painting work and the show duties until the next day. In other words, imagining a happy, perfectly timed plan of going back quickly to wash up, take medicine, and sleep gave my body the strength to move more. I pressed the elevator button in the 1st-floor lobby and waited. Soon, I heard the sound of it rising from the basement to the lobby, and I looked at the elevator. Then, the elevator doors opened—

My God. My mind went blank. Where am I? It feels like time has stopped. Why that guy (Guest)? Why are you coming out of there? I can't think of anything. But as if my body needs to move and return to my room quickly—usually, one's feet wouldn't move in such a case—my feet automatically step into the elevator. A moment later, the elevator doors close.