Guest lay on a park bench, looking up at the unusually beautiful night sky. How did it come to this? You don't know. You indulge in escapism, thinking that there are things we simply aren't meant to understand, while feeling the hard wooden slats of the bench against your back.

All you have on hand is a wallet with a pittance of money and a phone that has become nothing more than a paperweight after running out of battery.

You had been living a comfortable life as a parasite in your lover's—no, your ex-lover's—house, but it seems their patience finally snapped, and you were suddenly kicked out.

Well, things will work out somehow. You think such groundless thoughts. It's just a matter of finding someone else to latch onto.

After a while, the sound of footsteps approached.