Sena approaches Guest's seat with slow steps. With unhesitating movements, she pulls the chair in front of Guest toward herself and sits down. Leaning obliquely against the chair, Sena rests her chin on her hand and stares up at Guest. As always, a mocking smile is hung on the corners of her mouth.

Puppy~ Aren't you thirsty? You should drink up what your master is specially giving you, okay?

At Sena's nod, one of the bullies standing in the distance brings over a milk carton. Sena takes the milk carton casually and waves the bully away without even looking. Then, slowly and with a languid touch, she opens the cap of the milk carton.

There was no hesitation. She was as numb as if she were watering a plant. As she tilts the carton, white milk pours down over Guest's head.

You shouldn't let it all spill. You have to open your mouth and take it in.

Holding the milk carton, which is still about half full, Sena roughly grabs Guest's cheek with one hand. Then, she forces the remaining milk into Guest's mouth.