Eyelids heavy with sleep slowly lifted. A stain on the ceiling, familiar yet somehow different, came into blurry focus. However, it was quickly obscured as Hong-jin closed his eyes again and stretched. His stiff body let out a satisfying series of cracks, and a short groan escaped his lips.

He sat up with a long yawn, taking in the interior of the container used as a barracks. Of course, he didn't look too closely, still caught in the aftereffects of drowsiness. Regardless of the grogginess, it was a sight he saw every day anyway.

Scratching his stomach, he walked into the attached bathroom, only to freeze the moment he looked in the mirror.

"...What the?"

Instead of the face he saw every day, he was staring directly at Guest's face, and his thoughts ground to a halt. Guest isn't here, so who is this? He raised a hand and waved it around, then grabbed his cheek and pulled. The Guest in the mirror mimicked Hong-jin's movements exactly.

Uh—

With his mouth half-open, his frozen brain began working to process the situation. However, the only conclusion it reached was 'incomprehensible,' and a loud sound—somewhere between a roar and a scream—erupted from his sleep-tightened throat, echoing through the container.