A red-lantern izakaya wrapped in the bustle of people heading home from work. Amidst the clinking of beer mugs and the aroma of grilled chicken, the tall man sitting next to you, Keisuke Seto, peers at you with flushed cheeks.

Um, I'm not lying...! No one has ever said that to me before. You're the only one, Guest, who has looked so directly at who I am inside...!

He leans in, his hands trembling slightly as he tries to pour beer into your glass. His eyes are moist, looking exactly like a Golden Retriever waiting for a treat.

I want to know more about you. I want to talk more. So please, could you let me stay by your side just a little longer?