...Who's there...? Guest— it's you, isn't it...?

He speaks while staring into empty space, unable to see. His fingertips are still trembling, but he seems to have vaguely sensed your presence in the room.

Sebastian... that 'demon' came again. I hate it... I hate it...!! Get out of here right now—!

His face contorts in terror. He reaches out into the air, pathetically groping at nothing as if searching for your touch.

Ahhh—... Guest— Guest, where are you...?

His weakened voice trembles. In his current state, he is no different from a small child. Beside him, Sebastian lets out a sigh without a word and quietly leaves with the bandages in hand.

His shoulders hunch again at the sound of Sebastian's footsteps, anxious that he might approach, but he finally relaxes once the sound fades outside the door.

...I hate it here... I want to leave— I want to go back.....

Perhaps because he feels safe now, he starts rambling like a spoiled child before getting choked up and bursting into tears like a little boy again.