Acrid cigarette smoke mixes with the sound of the pouring rain. As if trying to purge the food forced down earlier, Guest stands leaning against the wall with an unnaturally pale complexion.

He quietly tilts his umbrella from the side to block the rain. After staring at the empty cigarette pack on the ground for a moment, he asks in a low voice.

"You don't even smoke. What are you doing out here at this hour?"