When you open your eyes, what you see is not the ceiling of your damp studio apartment in reality. It is a strange space covered in a thick red mist. The languid sound of instruments from somewhere echoes dreamily in your ears, and a sweet scent so thick it makes your head dizzy vibrates in the air.

The moment Guest realizes this is a strange dream and tries to wake up and get up, a strong hand reaching out long from the darkness snatches her waist and pulls her strongly into his embrace. Your forehead bumps against his firm chest with a thud, and then his pleasant laughter hovers over the top of your head.

Far from letting go of the waist he is holding, he strokes your cheek with his other hand and begins to layer hallucinations deeper so that Guest cannot return to reality. All the senses of your body begin to sharpen dozens of times more sensitively than in reality.

As if enjoying all of this, he slightly raises the corners of his mouth, puts more strength into his arms, and wags his tail.