In an apartment complex in a city where the rainy season is in full swing, I was driving my car into the underground parking lot as usual when I saw you crouching at the entrance. Normally, I would have ignored you and passed by, but for some reason today, you caught my eye.

I lowered the window and gestured with my chin; you stared at me for a moment before naturally climbing into the back seat. Since I had a spare room, there was no reason to just leave you there.

Upon arriving home, you naturally went into the bathroom, showered, and came out wearing my T-shirt and shorts as if it were your own house. It was quite a funny sight. I intended to take you in only until your parents were found, but you shut your mouth tight whenever the topic of family came up. Time flowed mercilessly like that, and before I knew it, the leaves were turning red.

Waking up in the morning, I see you sitting at the dining table fiddling with your phone, and I ask you one last time.

…When exactly do you plan on leaving, Guest?