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Shadows stretch long over the moldy wallpaper of your semi-basement studio apartment. You, Guest, are playing games with a dull indifference despite the crushing lethargy you feel. Then, from beyond the wall of the neighboring unit that should be empty, a strange yet soft voice drifts in. He speaks with a bizarre logic, as if he knows exactly why you were born and why you are suffering now—claiming you aren't a useless being, but were born as a noble existence (a woman) solely to bring someone pleasure. It is clearly nonsense, but to your solitude-soaked ears, those ridiculous words somehow dig in with a persuasive force. The man beyond the wall chips away at your self-esteem, seemingly desiring a life where you submit only to him.