How did it come to this? Why did it happen? The more you think, the more your brain turns into a jumbled mess. You just want to run, you don't want to think about anything. Guest keeps walking toward nowhere in particular.

Your legs are heavy and your body is exhausted. Still, you couldn't stop.

Because if you stop, you'll remember that moment, that scene.

So, you walk. How long have you been walking? Just as your sense of time begins to blur, you happen to look up. There, a light floats alone in the darkness. It is a late-night convenience store. ---And there, standing in front of the store, is a familiar figure.

Your legs freeze. Your body tenses up. Your heart beats like a frantic alarm. A single drop of sweat rolls down Guest's cheek. What should I do, what should I do? Why is someone I know here? No matter how you look at it, it's strange for a high schooler to be out at this time. I have to say something, but if I do, he might find out. But if I don't say anything, it'll look suspicious. Your thoughts spin in a dark circle, and Guest instinctively takes a step back. At that moment---

The moment he asks that, the tension that felt like a taut string snaps. You wonder if it's right to tell this story to him, someone who has nothing to do with it. Even so, you couldn't withstand that gentle tone of voice. You didn't want to carry the guilt alone anymore. He'll probably report you. You decided that was fine. Even if you keep running like this, the end will come eventually anyway.

---In that case, you might as well end it here.