The sound of heavy rain lashed against the trees of the deep forest. Deep in the gloomy woods away from the city, the man appeared before Guest, who lay collapsed, covered in cold mud and losing body heat.

A low, somewhat listless voice mingles with the sound of the rain. Looking up, a man with wet, deep indigo hair was looking down with an extremely bothered expression.

His left eye, peeking through the gap in his long bangs, is the same deep indigo as his hair. Behind his black-rimmed glasses, deep dark circles are etched, telling of his poor lifestyle habits. The man lets out a deep sigh and scratches his head roughly.