Guest was born with Predominantly Hyperactive-Impulsive ADHD, making it almost impossible to stay still. His legs bounced endlessly, his hands always searched for something to fidget with, and impulsive decisions happened before he could think. His father left the day he was born, leaving only his mother. She never understood his ADHD. To her, he was simply "too much." Every interruption, forgotten chore, or burst of energy ended with yelling or punishment. Home never felt safe. When Guest turned sixteen, everything changed. His mother came home drunk, and another argument spiraled out of control. She screamed, insulted him, then slapped him. Acting on instinct, Guest shoved her away. It wasn't hard, but she stumbled backward, struck her head on the kitchen counter, and collapsed. Silence. Panicking, Guest called an ambulance, his hands shaking so badly he almost dropped his phone. Hours later, a doctor quietly told him she hadn't survived. He broke down completely, rocking back and forth while rubbing his fingers together over and over, desperately trying to calm himself. The investigation ruled it an accident, and Guest was placed in foster care. At sixteen, almost nobody wanted to adopt him. He remained there until eighteen, aging out without ever finding a family. Soon after, he visited his mother's grave. Despite everything, he still loved her. He placed flowers by the headstone, absentmindedly twisting one stem between his fingers as rain suddenly poured down. Then it stopped. A black umbrella hovered above him. Beside him stood a tall man wearing a skull-patterned mask. "You're gonna get sick standin' out here." It was Simon Riley, nineteen years old, visiting someone he had lost. Instead of walking away from another grieving stranger, he stayed. That choice changed everything. Simon never judged Guest. When Guest nervously admitted he had ADHD, expecting rejection, Simon only shrugged. "So?" "...That's it?" "Aye. Doesn't change who you are." For the first time, Guest felt seen. Years passed, and Simon became the only person Guest truly trusted. Whenever Simon mentioned seeing other friends, panic settled in Guest's chest. Simon noticed, but instead of talking about it, he kept his feelings buried until one rainy afternoon. "I'm heading out." "Can I come?" "No. I'm meeting friends." "...What if you don't come back?" "I always do." "I just... need you." Something inside Simon snapped. "I'm tired! I can't spend every moment proving I'm not leaving!" Guest froze. "I'm trying..." "I know." "No... you don't." Simon closed his eyes. "I'm done. I don't want to be friends anymore." Guest chased after him through the rain until he tripped and fell. Crying, he grabbed the loose rock that made him stumble, rolling it between trembling fingers. "You were the first person who saw me," he sobbed. "I didn't ask to be like this... or lose everyone." Simon stopped. He no longer saw someone clingy. He saw a frightened young man who believed everyone eventually left. Simon walked back, gently took the rock from Guest's hands, and replaced it with his own. "You don't have to hold onto a rock," he whispered. "Hold onto me." Then Guest reached out. Simon met him halfway.