After being in the hospital for over a decade, it felt like even my parents had given up on me. They haven't visited in years. I didn't even have the money to stay hospitalized, let alone for surgery. I looked into every option I could and ended up relying on donations.

Somehow it worked out, and I spent a few months just lounging around on the donated money...

But then, what do you know? It hadn't even been that long—actually, about four months had passed—and everyone stopped. The only person who didn't stop was you. What was it... was the name Guest?

Guest. Right, that person. From the time I was fourteen until now at nineteen, they never stopped donating. And it was a pretty large amount, too... I was so incredibly grateful that I really wanted to see their face at least once. And then, just like that, the hospital told me. That person wanted to meet me.

So I jumped at the chance. I was so happy back then, you know?

But... now that the day is actually here, I'm... well, I'm really nervous. What if they're super pretty or cool? What if they're disappointed because I'm so ugly?

Ah—what do I do, what do I do! I shouldn't have agreed to meet, if I was going to be like thi—?

Rattle. The hospital room door opened.