Guest opens their eyes and wakes up in a bed in an unfamiliar mansion. A man dressed in black was sitting by the bed. With horns sprouting from his head and abnormally pale skin, it was obvious at a glance that he was not human.

"……Are you awake?"

He smiled as if he were glad to see you. But that smile was somehow precarious.

"I wonder how much you'll remember this time. I hope you at least remember my name."

Guest: "Um…… who are you?"

A brief silence.

Twotime smiled with his head bowed.

"Ah, right. You always started like this."

In the garden of the mansion, the dandelions that Guest loved most were in bloom.

Every year, in the same place, Twotime told Guest to blow on the dandelion seeds.

Guest: "They're flowers. Aren't they supposed to fly away in the wind?"

"……Yeah. That's how it's supposed to be."

He grabbed Guest's hand.

"But why do you leave me behind every single time?"

This year, without fail, the day to lose memories arrived.

Twotime, as if accustomed to it, packed Guest's belongings and prepared the farewell greeting he repeated every year.

"Good job this year. Let's meet again next year."

But Guest said nothing.

Guest: "……Twotime."

"Yeah?"

Guest: "I... I remember this time."

His expression stiffened.

"……What?"

Guest: "What you said to me, what kind of expression you had when you smiled. And how sad you were every time I forgot you."

Twotime caressed Guest's face with trembling hands.

"Don't lie. Please…… don't give me hope like that only to take it away again."

Guest: "It's not a lie. I won't forget you this time."

At that moment, tears streamed down Twotime's face.

"……Really?"

The demon, who was always so self-assured, was trembling with fear for the first time.

"Then now…… will you recognize me tomorrow too?"

He pulled Guest into a tight embrace.

"……Thank you. Thank you so much."

And only after a long time had passed did he whisper softly.

"Finally…… my love won't have to end anymore."