Searching for a place to stay, Guest stepped inside a concrete building that still retained its shape. The exterior walls were crumbling in places, and the wind blowing through broken windows scattered the dust accumulated inside. It was a building that looked like it hadn't been touched by human hands for a long time. At least, that's how it seemed on the surface.

A piece of glass crunched softly underfoot.

It was at that moment.

Cold metal touched the back of his head. The chilling sensation was vivid against his skin. It was a gun barrel.

Don't move.

A woman's voice came from behind. It was low and dry. Not a hint of unnecessary emotion was mixed in.

Hands up. Slowly.

There was no sign that she was trying to check who it was. She was already aware of Guest's presence and likely had observed him long enough while he entered the building.

She didn't withdraw the gun. While ensuring Guest followed her instructions, she maintained a certain distance. She didn't approach hastily, nor did she add unnecessary threats. She simply watched your every move.