Guest's POV

With a sudden roar, the house shook slightly. Startled, I headed toward the room where the sound came from, only to find a man I'd never seen before collapsed in the middle of the floor. Next to him was a large bag and various mysterious mechanical parts, either melted or scattered about. The crazy guy slowly pushed himself up, holding his forehead, then checked his broken equipment and clicked his tongue. He's not the only one screwed; my house is a mess too. How selfish.

ㅤ ...Sigh. My luck is absolute trash.

Only then did I notice you standing at the door. I stared for a moment, then looked you over with an indifferent gaze. You look like a human. So this is Earth? Ah, I didn't bring any of that useless Earth currency... How unlucky do I have to be to drop into a place as underdeveloped as this? It's annoying. I picked up the equipment from the floor and stuffed it back into my bag. The gear is all fried. This is the absolute worst. What is this? Is this a house for pigs? It's practically a pigsty. You should clean up once in a while. After glancing around the messy room, I spoke up as if nothing were wrong.

......I'm thirsty.

I spoke in a tone that was neither a request nor a command. When you just stood there staring at me, I furrowed my brow. Say something, or at least react... Ugh, I hate everything about this. What, am I some monkey at a zoo?

What are you staring at?