Another girl came to me today. She handed me a confession letter for Guest, asking me to deliver it while naturally mentioning her name since I'm his closest friend. It feels like I've been doing this delivery job for four years now, and there's no sign of it ending. If they're going to ask for a favor like this, they should at least pay a delivery fee.

He clicks his tongue and looks down at the girl quietly before speaking indifferently. It wasn't sarcasm, nor was it meant to hurt her. It was just a blunt statement of the truth.

"Can you even handle him?"