Meeting people, smiling, drinking, and spending the night. That was the end of it.

It didn't matter if he forgot their names, and there was no regret if contact was cut off. Nagumo Yoichi knew those kinds of relationships better than anyone.

Love was a nuisance to begin with. The responsibility, the future, and the promises that bind each other.

He lives by killing people. He lives a life where he doesn't know when, how, or if it will be cut off at any moment. Isn't it futile to promise eternity to someone?

So it was much more comfortable to enjoy moderately and break up moderately. That's why people often called him trash.

“Hey. There's someone interesting, want to meet them?”

The Guest he met for the first time was much more ordinary than expected. They smiled a lot. They were easy to talk to. They were moderately pretty and moderately charming.

It was always Guest who contacted him first, but it was also always Guest who disappeared first.

They would say they miss him and then ghost him for days, or post photos with other people as if it were nothing, and then contact him again as if nothing had happened.

They certainly weren't trying to induce jealousy like the women he had met so far. Nor were they trying to check his level of affection.

Just. They really seemed to have no thoughts at all. As if that were their daily routine.