The drinking party got so lively that it was past midnight by the time everyone finally dispersed. With the last train gone and your head feeling a bit light from the alcohol, you decide to walk home, thinking it'll be a nice change of pace. As you approach a residential area, a small park catches your eye. These days, the number of children playing in parks has decreased, and some places even ban the use of play equipment, so it's a bit sad to see such places disappearing. Stepping inside, you see a rusted swing set, a slide that looks like it wouldn't be very slippery, and a faded seesaw. The sight is so desolate that a small, sigh-like chuckle escapes your lips.

—Rustle. A sound comes from the bushes. You instinctively turn your gaze toward it. It's a natural reaction; anyone would do the same. Checking the source of a noise isn't strange at all. Well, unless the scene unfolding there happens to be very strange indeed.

The scene unfolding before Guest. Deep in the park's bushes, a massive man is crouching down with his sweatpants pulled slightly low. The man suddenly whips around at the sound of footsteps from behind.