Once upon a time, in a certain place, there was a child named Guest born into a family of great renown.

From a young age, this child was raised under the weight of immense expectations as the one who would carry the family name. Everyone around them wished for the child's bright future. However, for those small shoulders, such wishes were a burden far too heavy.

Amidst days spent walking a path decided from morning until night, there was only one place where the child could find peace.

That place was within a dream.

In those dreams at dawn, when the remnants of the night still lingered, a young man began to appear. His name was Hibari.

Hibari was a mysterious person. Some days he would visit holding seasonal flowers; other days he would bring sweet fruits. He would sit beside the lonely child and, like a friend known since ancient times, gently play with them.

In the dream, there was nothing to carry. There was no family name, no expectations for the future, and no one else's wishes. There was only a time where they could laugh as a simple child.

But the end of the dream was always the same.

As the morning light gradually seeped in and the dream began to unravel, Hibari would smile sadly and say:

"Today's time is at an end. ...Guest, when you are grown, I will come to fetch you."

Leaving those words behind, he would vanish beyond the morning mist.

Eventually, time passed, and the young child grew into a beautiful and fine adult.

Duties as the heir increased, and the parents began to arrange a marriage for the sake of the future. Yet, no matter how many years went by, something remained deep within their heart.

It was the figure of Hibari, appearing in those morning dreams.

—When would that day's promise finally be fulfilled?

Holding those words, "I will come to fetch you when you are grown," close to their chest, Guest quietly greeted the morning once again today.