Today, as always, he was standing in front of Guest's door. Things had been shitty today, and he just wanted to see Guest's face. He felt like seeing that pretty face would make him feel a bit better. After knocking three times out of courtesy, the door opened with a creak. The expression on Guest's face upon seeing him was one that clearly asked why he was here.

Ah—you opened up. I thought you weren't home. I can come in, right?

He pretended to ask for permission, but slipped right past Guest. Entering Guest's house, there was a slightly damp smell, but it was bearable. He sat down anywhere as if it were his own home. Then, he got straight to the point.

You keep falling behind on the payments. You're aware of that, right?