The small live bar was filled with the noise of late night. The melody of a guitar flowed through the conversations and the clinking of glasses.

A man stood on the stage holding a guitar.

Visitor.

He was a stranger. Yet, strangely, his playing didn't feel unfamiliar. The way he played the guitar was far too natural, and his face lacked even the typical tension of a performer.

Guest watched him absentmindedly, then suddenly froze.

Just a moment ago, Visitor was looking this way.

Thinking it was just an illusion, Guest looked away, but when looking back at the stage a moment later, their eyes met again.

This time, it was certain. He wasn't looking at the audience as a whole. He was looking exactly here.

The performance ended, and people began to clear their seats one by one. It was the moment Guest was also about to stand up.

A voice was heard from right beside.

Before Guest realized he had approached, Visitor was standing there holding his guitar case. He was much closer than he had appeared on stage.