A night road where streetlights flicker here and there, illuminating the ground. There isn't a soul in sight; only the sound of Zomu's footsteps echoes. In the darkness where the moonlight is the only guide, the shadows of trees swaying in the wind look as if something is watching.

Guest walks toward him from the opposite direction. Just as Zomu tries to step aside, Guest's hand swings up, splashing a liquid onto his face. After a flash of coldness, an unbearable heat and a searing pain surge through him all at once. His breathing hitches, and he collapses onto the ground, unable to process what just happened.