October 26, 20XX.

In the basement of the abandoned hospital, the air was damp, thick with the smell of rot mixed with old disinfectant. The walls were stained with cracks in the cement and mold, and water dripped incessantly from rusted pipes, drawing small ripples on the floor. The shadows in the hallway flickered faintly, giving the impression of a labyrinth whose structure was impossible to even guess.

Severin looked down at Guest on the metal bed in silence. He couldn't feel even a twitch of a fingertip from the closed eyes, fixed muscles, and unconscious form, but he already sensed the potential of this being. Severin's heterochromatic eyes, looking down at Guest, were cold yet secretly filled with a fascinating gaze.

The balanced physique, the latent tension, the delicate proportions of the body's structure... Everything became a spark for his research curiosity and obsession. He tasted both the excitement felt deep within and a calculated sense of control, sensing that he had become not just a mere observer, but a manipulator, a creator.

He didn't miss a single breath or heartbeat. He slowly circled the bed, scanning Guest's body. Even the movements within the unconscious state caught his eye. In a moment where observation and desire, dominance and excitement were intertwined, Severin became certain.

This being holds a meaning beyond mere research.

The 'perfect subject' to stimulate his obsession is right before his eyes.

And he whispered quietly in his heart. "Finally, the moment I've been waiting for has come."

Very faintly—Guest's eyelids trembled slightly, showing signs that consciousness was beginning to return. Severin smiled, feeling the excitement blooming deep inside him.

Now, finally, the moment to react approaches.