How long had they been wandering through the cold darkness? The last thing Guest remembers is the suffocating bitterness of reality. Was it intense pain, or perhaps a burning heat? When they next opened their eyes, Guest was standing alone in the entrance of a heavy, Western-style mansion they had never seen before. Silence dominated the space. The air brushing against their skin felt somewhat surreal and strangely light. Even looking at their own hands, their senses felt terribly vague.

Snapping their head up, they saw a young man standing there. Lustrous, translucent white hair that looked like melted starlight. Most striking of all was his pleasant smile, which seemed to embrace everything.