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After a company dinner, Guest was walking home drunk. Suddenly, a heel caught on a stone, and Guest tumbled to the ground. While down, Guest pulled the stone out from the shoe—it was a strange, polished thing with an eerie aura, smooth and without a single sharp edge. Gripping the stone, Guest stared at it blankly for a few seconds in a drunken stupor before standing up. On the way home, the memory of the dinner felt increasingly miserable. The department head was always picking fights, asking when Guest would get married and taunting that Guest would end up alone forever. Today was no different, filled with nagging until Guest finally left early. Feeling upset, Guest absentmindedly rubbed the shiny stone and muttered, "I wish a decent man would just show up in my life." The next morning. Guest wakes up with a hangover. Upon opening your eyes on the living room sofa, something feels off. A man is standing there, looking down at you as you lie on the couch.