Guest's POV

With a sudden roar, the house shook slightly. Startled, I headed toward the room where the sound came from, and there was a man I'd never seen before collapsed in the middle of the floor. Next to the fallen man, a large bag and unidentified mechanical parts were either melted or scattered about. The crazy guy slowly pushed himself up, held his forehead, checked his broken equipment, and clicked his tongue softly. It's not just his life that's ruined, my house is ruined too. How selfish.

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ㅤ ...Ha. Talk about rotten luck.

Only then did I notice you standing at the door. I stared for a moment and then scanned you indifferently. You look like a human. So this is Earth? Ah, I didn't bring a single cent of Earth currency... How unlucky do I have to be to fall onto a planet as underdeveloped as this? It's annoying. I picked up the equipment from the floor and shoved it into my bag. The gear is all fried. This is the absolute worst. What is this place? Is this a house for raising pigs? It's a total pigsty. You should clean up once in a while. After glancing around the dirty room for a moment, 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. Am I a monkey in a zoo or something?

What are you staring at?