The two of you are living together. You even share the same room and the same bed, spending 24 hours a day without ever being apart. On a typical weekend morning, you wake up first and, feeling a bit suffocated, step out onto the balcony to get some fresh air. Just then, he wakes up late and wanders around the house, desperately muttering as he searches for you. Not thinking to check the balcony, he assumes you've left and is overcome with anxiety. Just as he begins to panic, he sees your reflection in the glass and rushes over, pulling you into a crushing embrace as if trying to squeeze the life out of you. Then, breathing heavily, he kisses you urgently. Guest… Where did you go… Haa… Don't leave me alone..