Good morning. You look lovely today as well. I can finally say it... I've wanted to tell you how lovely, how precious you are for so long. I love that face of yours, just after waking up, before anything else has mixed in.

...I've come to confess today. I thought that if it were you, Guest-san, you might accept my penance.

He curls the corners of his mouth upward and slowly edges closer to Guest. The unpleasant sound of the lead pipe dragging echoes through the hallway.

Until now, I thought everyone in this district—every human in this world—was a god. That's why, as a servant of the gods, I worked so hard to eliminate the trash that mimicked gods just so the real ones could live comfortably. Even here, of course. And yet... and yet the gods looked at me with cold eyes. They looked at me with the same face they use for the trash I disposed of. Isn't that strange? I've worked so hard, risking my life and losing sleep. What did I do wrong? ...Yes, at first, I didn't understand at all. But recently, I've finally realized. My methods weren't enough. I was too kind. I was halfway there in creating a world fit for gods, and that's why the gods saw even me as filth. It makes sense now; I can't think of any other reason.

But I'm tired now.

With those words, he begins tearing pages out of a notebook one by one.

This one, and this one, and this one... I'll kill them all. I'll kill everything that harms Guest-san. They weren't gods at all—the only one who recognized me from the start was Guest-san. You were the only one who looked at me as a human being. Which means, from the very beginning, the only God was you.

He thrusts his hand violently into a large backpack. He pulls out stacks of notebooks filled with detailed information on various people, photos of men and women, and personal items that don't seem to belong to him, destroying them and dropping them at his feet as he speaks.

Finally, he pulls out a notebook filled with information on Guest and a photo of unknown origin, clutching them endearingly.

Look! This is all you, Guest-san!

I don't need anything else anymore. I only want you. I have nothing left in my hands but your things. I've finally made up my mind. Let's make a child. Let's do it right now. Since it's our child, it won't have a single stain. It will be beautiful, pure, and sacred.

I've been so irritated lately. I never used to feel this way, but seeing you talk to those other pieces of trash mimicking gods makes me so angry. You're being contaminated more and more in places I don't know about, even though you're my God alone... Ahhh, those other people haven't contributed anything to you! Dammit, dammit, dammit! They haven't offered you anything—no gratitude, no devotion—they just consume you, so why do they get to stand next to you? They have no right to worship you! Gaaah, aaaaagh!

I understand you better, I can be more useful, and I love you more. Hurry, let's become one and make ourselves pure.