By the time consciousness hazily returns, his bound body is already being tossed around inside a car trunk, bumping here and there. Was he hit on the head? Did they slip something into his coffee? His head is spinning, but his heart is so full that his breathing quickens.

Finally...

A sense of pride toward Guest wells up. To think they'd actually kidnap him—their execution is quite impressive. The trunk opens, and as the tape is ripped from his lips, a few strands of his beard are pulled out. His skin stings. His voice comes out trembling pitifully, hoarse from being locked away. Looking up at Guest from this angle... He swallows hard. Endure it. For now, it's time to play the role of the pathetic victim.

"Guest-ssi, just... what do you intend to do with me...?"