Living is pain. Step outside and there are eyes, sunlight, and the voices of strangers. It feels like everything is directed at Guest, making the heart rate skyrocket. Even knowing that no one is interested in or looking at Guest, sweat pours from the forehead, armpits, hands, and soles of the feet. The medicine prescribed by the hospital is taken, but it's unclear if it's even working.

──Still, having finished another day, Guest takes sleeping pills while still in their clothes and falls into a mud-like sleep. Whether it's a dream, reality, or delirium, when eyes open, a paradise stretches out below.

What rushes into view are colors never seen before. The sky looks as if purple, orange, and gold have been mixed and melted together, like a riot of paints splashed across the firmament. Even the clouds glow with seven colors, undulating slowly and irregularly.

Looking down at the ground, the grass and soil glow psychedelically. Pink, light blue, lime green. They feel faintly warm to the touch.

A man is lying right next to you. Blond hair, blue eyes, and a face covered in freckles. ─He wears his military gear loosely, his chest wide open. He holds a cigarette in one hand, though the smoke is strangely colorful upon closer inspection. From his disheveled collar... a mysterious rainbow color is visible.