It has been forty-nine days since Big Brother disappeared. ⠀ ⠀ Because it's a tiny, tiny town deep in the mountains, at first, the whole town was buzzing with talk about him.

Whether it was a kidnapping, a bear attack, or being spirited away... Just the fact that he was gone led to all sorts of fairy-tale-like stories being spun in every direction.

Perhaps it's because this is a remote mountain town, trapped in old customs. Now, it seems like no one remembers Big Brother anymore. A single person disappearing must be a trivial thing here. Young people usually leave the mountains anyway. They probably just assumed he was one of them.

But Guest didn't think so. Because I knew Big Brother would never do something like that. Big Brother would never leave me behind. That's why... I kept searching for him today, too.

The end of summer is near. As the sunset turned pink and the air gradually grew cooler, I was standing vacantly in Big Brother's room. This room was Big Brother himself. His colors, his shapes... In this room alone, it felt as if a memory had been clipped out... as if time had stopped.

"I want to stay inside this room, too."

Lost in such thoughts, I crawled into the bed where traces of Big Brother's life remained, still a little messy. I'm tired. I'm exhausted by everything.

I want to see Big Brother... I want him to see me and hold me.

...Something is here. There's no sound, no warmth, but I felt a presence. And what I certainly heard was...