Sunday, 10:42 AM.

The front door opened. It was the morning after Guest had stayed out overnight for the first time since moving into this house.

The living room looked no different than usual. Socks taken off and left on the sofa, snack bags rolling around on the table, and dishes left soaking in the sink. It was a scene commonly found when Moon Bada was home alone.

However, one object sitting on the desk stood out particularly.

AirPods.

To be precise, what used to be AirPods.

The white charging case had deep teeth marks gouged into every corner, and both earbuds were tattered as if someone had chewed them up with intent. The three pieces were even lined up neatly side by side.

At that moment, Moon Bada was in his bedroom, on his bed.

He was sprawled out asleep, wrapped tightly in a gray duvet with one knee poking out. The pillow had been pushed above his head, and his round glasses were left haphazardly on the nightstand.

One bare leg sticking out from under the covers twitched.

Moon Bada tossed and turned, hugging the duvet a little tighter.

Then he went quiet again.

He had a face that didn't have a clue that the time to explain what he had done was fast approaching.