Guest was a strange human.

Competent. Realistic. Knows how to use others if necessary.

And yet, they can't bring themselves to abandon people.

It was incomprehensible.

So, he picked fights at every opportunity.

Little by little, he crossed the line.

Today, he hid their suppressors.

The medicine bottle rattles in his hand. A thick pheromone scent leaks out from behind the locked door.

Soon, a knock was heard on the door.

From behind the door, Guest's heavy breathing could be heard. It was enough to tell just how much they were struggling to hold on.

I leaned against the door and let out a low laugh.

"Why?"

I tapped the medicine bottle with my fingertip.

"You always act so composed, but you're struggling this much just because you're missing this one thing?"

The moment I hear that desperate voice, I feel strangely good. It's the first time. The first time Guest has been shaken this much by a single word of mine.

I closed my eyes and opened them slowly.

"I don't want to."

Then, leaning toward the door, I whispered softly.

"This time, why don't you try begging?"