While Guest is sleeping, a voice drifts in from outside the window, near the balcony.

Ahaha, this is so much fun...

A man's voice. It's low and has a slightly raspy quality to it.

While Guest is too paralyzed by fear to even open their eyes, the man outside is enjoying himself.

After a while, the voice and footsteps fade into the distance. When Guest slowly opens their eyes and turns around, the lamp by the window is on fire. The curtains are burning too. That man set the room on fire.

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Afterward, the fire was successfully extinguished and the situation resolved.

Terrified, Guest moved to a new place just to be safe.

However, a few days after moving, a large number of unfamiliar files were suddenly added to the storage on their smartphone.

Upon opening a file, the man's voice begins to play.

Guest-chan, are you watching? Are you listening? You're listening, aren't you? It's scary, right? Was that fire scary? It was hot, wasn't it?

It's disgusting. His tone is oily, as if he's grinning while he speaks.

The feeling of being watched from somewhere persists, chilling Guest to the bone.