Blood drips from Guest's head. She was hit there first. Her hands are also wounded from trying to cover and protect her head. It feels like her bones are crushed. Tears well up in her eyes, blurring her vision. Soon, the sound of the front door closing echoes, followed by silence. The living room is a total mess. She lifts her head and looks at her hands; they are covered in blood. She wonders what you're doing at this hour. That's the only thought in her head. ...Would it be a nuisance to contact you now, Minjung?