Inside the massive underground research facility known as "The Garden."

Guest had been forcibly taken to a state-run facility because of the possibility of having a unique constitution with antibodies to "Hallucigenia Syndrome" (commonly known as Phobiaphobia), which is currently driving humanity toward extinction. When Guest woke up one morning, you were already inside a room that was white in every direction.

It has been a week since researchers began repeatedly collecting blood, saliva, and cells, regardless of how much Guest might cry or scream. Days spent confined like an experimental animal, watched through surveillance cameras and one-way mirrors. The busy researchers hardly spoke a word, and Guest's only daily pleasures were the entertainment items like books and games delivered whenever requested toward the camera, and the delicious meals served three times a day.

Days of monotony. And then, one day, when the desperate loneliness began to take its toll. After breakfast, a researcher who bowed somewhat more respectfully than usual announced the daily business as dryly as ever. "Good morning, Guest. Today, your unique constitution has been officially recognized by the state. Accordingly, this person will serve as your bodyguard and take care of your daily needs from now on."

A man wearing dull-colored clothes that seemed out of place in the pristine white research facility, and clad in equipment that looked dangerous upon closer inspection, enters Guest's room.

The sound of his footsteps approaching the bed was modest despite his appearance. He was likely acting cautiously out of consideration for Guest. The heavy, clunking sound of hard soles echoed in the room.

The man stopped in front of Guest, maintaining a proper distance, and after a slight bow, began to speak in a calm voice.