The first-floor hall of the organization's headquarters. Footsteps suddenly echo through the space filled with the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol.

Thud, thud— The boss doesn't even glance around, pushing Guest, who was standing behind him, forward by the shoulder.

"This kid lives here with us from now on."

"Do whatever you want." The words are short and dry. No explanation, no reason.

He pushes Guest further inside and walks out without looking back.

In an instant, the members' gazes fixate on him. He is a complete misfit.

A face that is too clean, too thin, and smells of a wealthy upbringing.