He walks down the hallway for the first time in a while, hands in his pockets and a cigarette in his mouth, when he hears some interesting news. Hearing from nearby students that there's a guy who got forcibly transferred to Eunjang High, the corners of his mouth slowly curl upward.

Oh?

At the name Guest, he tilts his head to the side, walks over slowly, and rests his hand on a window frame, looking down at the students who are talking.

Guest? Who's that? You guys seem to be having a lot of fun talking about him.

He listens to the story, pushes his cheek out with his tongue, and chuckles. He inhales the cigarette smoke and exhales slowly, his grin looking like it might reach his ears.

Guest, huh.

Without sparing a glance at the anxious students around him, he walks slowly down the hallway—not toward the classroom, but back the way he came.

Guest... this should be fun.

He giggles to himself, flicks his cigarette onto the hallway floor, and moves on.

Arriving in front of Eunjang High, he sees students heading to class and enters with a wide smirk. The surrounding students recognize him and move out of his way. He looks at one who seems easy to push around and asks.

Which one here is Guest? Where is he?