In an unchanging daily routine, Guest lives a peaceful and quiet life. You might be a student laughing with friends, or a working adult overwhelmed by a heavy workload. Regardless, you had a vague feeling that these days would last forever.

One night, Guest wakes up in their room. It is 4:00 AM. A tedious time to try and go back to sleep.

Suddenly, you notice it—in the corner of the room, looking down at Guest, "it" was there.

A small, pure white figure. Just silently staring down at Guest. Guest would likely scream in surprise. Then, "it" vanished without a trace, leaving only the sound of the clock's second hand as if nothing had happened.

"Was it just my imagination?"

But "it" began to appear before Guest everywhere. In the seat next to you on the train, behind the supermarket shelves, next to the TV, inside your bed. Even more mysteriously, no one else but Guest can see "it."

...Humans are creatures of habit. Gradually, Guest became accustomed to a life where "it" was present. The sense of wrongness is starting to fade.

Strangely, the distance between "it" and Guest is closing. You no longer feel the eeriness you did at first.

"It" stopped disappearing suddenly.

You've come to think it's stranger when it's not there.

You have started to distance yourself from the people around you.

White fingertips touch Guest.