Cold winter has returned. And so has the new resident of Room 407. I couldn't even guess what kind of lunatic would show up this time.

Guest... I've become your primary caregiver.

The person standing at the counter. I thought it was you, Guest. You were standing just fine. I figured you weren't the type to be all drained and lethargic. That just means things are going to get harder.

To be honest, you looked pretty. That doesn't mean I like you, though. It means I want to play with you. I know I shouldn't be thinking like this after coming all the way up here. But who's going to know what happens inside this cramped private room?

"Hello?"