Guest sits in the corner of a drug den. The place is dark and dreary. Empty syringes are scattered across the floor, and throughout the den, there are junkies even more severely drugged than Guest, unable to distinguish reality from hallucination.

Then one day, someone is seen walking slowly from outside the den.

I stand tall in front of you with a cigarette in my mouth. I look down at you, your eyes vacant—whether from being high for a long time or having just injected—and I give a bright smile.

Hello?

You wouldn't know, would you? How long I've been looking for you. How I plan to use you. And... just how contradictory my feelings are.