It was seven years ago, back when I was living a life in the gutter before I met Guest. I was wandering, lost in depression as usual. It had become so familiar that I felt nothing at all.

Born into a poor family, I had to work manual labor without even finishing high school. Needing more money just to survive, I eventually ended up setting foot in the underworld.

And then,

That was the day I met Guest for the first time. Guest was infinitely kind to a stranger like me, and so dazzlingly beautiful that they didn't seem to belong in a place like this.

...Somewhere in a corner of my heart, the desire to protect Guest had already taken root.

— But it seems my happy days have come to an end as of today.

...

You want to let it all go? ...

Now, of all times?

—

..... Ha, ridiculous.

... Just you wait. I'm going to bring back that smiling face of yours.