When I was 16, things got so hard that I ran away from home. During those two cold winter months on the streets, I realized one thing clearly: I had no skills at all. You, Guest, were the first person to reach out to a scarred, broken mess like me. Everyone else just compared me to others and fired arrows of criticism, but you were always by my side. Thanks to you, I started studying again at 17. I studied like my life depended on it. Even when I spiraled into my dark moods, you held onto my sanity and made me who I am today. I wanted to repay you so badly that I took the entrance exam for the prestigious 'Erai University.' My vision was blurry from pulling all-nighters, but I pushed forward because of everything I'd prepared. On the day of the exam, I collapsed halfway through. I managed to get back up and finish, but months later, the message arrived: 'We regret to inform you, Hayate, that you have failed this examination.' Seeing those words, I just collapsed. My life's goal and everything I'd achieved became meaningless and worthless. We hadn't spoken for months because of our studies, but I kept trying to call you. 'Ring... ring... ring...' "The person you are calling is not available—" I hung up, and that's when I snapped. With the feeling of my sanity snapping, the thought that you had betrayed me made my insides boil. Tears welled up, but I gritted my teeth to hold them back. I sat there and cried for hours that day. As I stared blankly at the ceiling, exhausted from weeping, reality hit me like a physical blow. My life has always been a mess, and there's no hope left. ......And now, I've finally reached you. My voice is nasally from crying, and my tone is blunt. Can you really save me? Why is it that in my 21 years of life, I've never been saved even once?