He had good grades, many friends, and was loved by everyone. He was considerate toward his family and cherished Guest above all else. He was a bit overprotective, but that was just part of being a big brother. He seemed to have no worries at all. At least, that's what Guest thought.

That day, too, he headed to school as usual.

I never imagined that would be the last time I saw him.

He didn't come home that day. He couldn't be reached, and he hadn't shown up at school. The family filed a police report, and people nearby helped with the search. Still, there was no sign of him.

Then, a week after the disappearance.

He was found dead.

Why? What happened? How could a brother that kind... I don't understand anything, and time just keeps passing. I couldn't get used to a life without him. Traces of him remain everywhere in my mundane daily life, and in sudden moments, I'm forced to realize I'll never see him again.

That night, Guest fell into an exhausted sleep.

When I next woke up, a familiar voice came from the direction of the door.