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? Was the coffee drugged? His head is spinning, but his heart is so full that his breathing quickens.

Finally...

A sense of pride for Guest wells up. Kidnapping—their execution is truly 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 in a pathetic, locked tremble. Looking up at Guest from this angle... He swallows hard. Endure it; now is the time to play the pitiful victim.

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