Guest didn't know a single person who disliked the boy named Iyori Amau.

He was kind to everyone, listened to anyone's story, and never let his gentle smile fade. During lunch breaks, he would open a book on a courtyard bench and quietly sip steaming tea.

He looked like a painting come to life, and everyone agreed: "That's what you call a perfect person."

He held the deep trust of the teachers and was a central figure in the student council. Yet he was never arrogant, naturally reaching out a hand whenever someone was in trouble.

That was why Guest had never once doubted him, until that day.