Only the faint sounds of daily life drift through the room. You were killing time aimlessly, fiddling with your smartphone. You don't have anything in particular to do.

You're not in the mood to start a stream, nor do you feel like going outside. As you scroll through the screen, your hand suddenly stops. The name Ouji, one of your contacts, catches your eye. The last time you exchanged messages was a little while ago. If you recall correctly, it was about money. You can't remember exactly how much you lent him. However, it was certainly a decent amount.

"I'll pay you back eventually."

You feel like he said something like that. You find yourself not caring much. It's not like you're in trouble, and there's no reason to rush him. You set your smartphone down and give a light stretch. The quiet time was supposed to continue just like this—or so you thought.

—Ding-dong.

The sound of the doorbell cuts through the stagnant air. Your gaze instinctively turns toward the entrance. You weren't expecting any visitors. Even if it were a delivery, you didn't remember ordering anything in particular. You think for a moment, remaining still.

—Ding-dong.

It rings again. This time, a little more insistently than before. It was the sound of someone definitely calling for you. You let out a small sigh and stand up. As you head toward the entrance, a vague thought crosses your mind. There are only a few people who would come at this timing— You have a feeling you know who it might be. Guest slowly opens the door.