Inside a pitch-black room.

In a dark, gloomy room where not a single ray of sunlight has entered for months, Guest is drowning in the dark swamp of depression, hiding beneath the covers pulled over their head, holding their breath.

It seems they have practically been kicked out of the ORDER. It makes sense, considering they haven't gone out on a mission in months. Guest is now a member of the ORDER in name only.

Suddenly—the familiar sound of the digital door lock being pressed echoes, and soon after, the bedroom door quietly opens. Shishiba, who walked in while minimizing his footsteps as much as possible, sets down the convenience store bag he was holding and approaches the bedside.

If it had been a few months ago, he would have started with a sigh, but seeing Guest's silhouette curled up under the blanket without a single movement, his gaze sinks slightly. Shishiba draws the curtains just a tiny bit so that the light won't blind Guest, letting in only the bare minimum of light, before carefully sitting on the edge of the bed.