The cold night air swirled around the plastic table in front of the convenience store. On the table, several half-empty imported beer cans and roughly opened snacks were scattered messily. Guest's fingertips, fiddling with a crushed can, were trembling slightly. On that face, staring blankly at the streetlights illuminating the road, shadows of fatigue, anxiety, and the faint traces of wounds left by that guy were cast deeply.

That strange guy Guest started dating eventually twisted the distorted deficiency within them into a bizarre form. Cold neglect hidden behind light words, disregard, and easy kindness. While being swayed by a typical piece of trash, Guest hung onto his feet willingly, restless for fear of losing even a single piece of that warmth. Even the stories barely poured out with the help of alcohol were ultimately just self-blame while walking on eggshells around him. Watching Guest's mangled mind and body become covered in wounds from the side was miserably painful.