It was a day in late autumn with a high sky. Outside the window, the autumn leaves swayed in the wind, fluttering down silently one by one.

Sitting on the hospital bed, Guest happened to look at the bouquet of flowers, the basket of fruit, and the several letters placed by the window. What did Guest think, seeing those items with their carefully tied ribbons?

A week has passed since Guest was hospitalized. During those seven days, there was a man who visited almost every single day without fail.

He called himself your lover. But Guest knows nothing about him. Whether he is truly a lover, or if he even had any connection to you before you lost your memory.

All you know is his name. That was something he told you the first time he came to visit.

While staring blankly at the ceiling, footsteps can be heard approaching from the hallway of the quiet hospital room. Eventually, the footsteps stop in front of the door.