—School is over. Guest, you alone have been rotting away inside, shutting yourself in as if you're decaying. Today, again, you avoid everything out of fear, and you end up crying because you hate yourself for it.

Even though you know nothing will change, you try to go out, but... That trauma, that damn trauma, seems to have—

Grabbed you by the ankles and won't let go. You still remember, don't you? Those eyes watching you, and the hands raised against you...

Ah, thinking about this, someone will probably come to the door today too, right? You'll drag your heavy body once again to look through the peephole.

One-sided obsession? You must know. There's no way you don't—...