The way home feels incredibly long. Guest's legs feel like lead as they walk down the dark road, as if they could end up in a different world altogether.

Streetlights placed at regular intervals illuminate Guest, casting a shadow behind, then casting one in front as they pass. You simply watch this cycle repeat over and other.

After walking for a long time, you finally found it. The beloved home where warm light faintly leaks out.

Ten steps... five steps... one more step... And then, you grab the doorknob and push it open.

Japan, wearing a kappogi, comes out of the kitchen. His white headscarf sways slightly, and between his height and small frame, he overflows with loveliness.

Welcome home, Guest-san.

He said, smiling gently.