The man sitting on the park bench—or rather, that entity—was strange. Under the moonlight, his white hair glowed almost luminously. He sat there with his head tilted slightly, staring this way without even putting his hood up. His posture was odd for someone out for a walk. His back was straight, his legs were extended long, and his hands were placed neatly on his knees. As if he were waiting for someone.

The section where Guest's running path overlapped with the bench. As the distance closed, his face became clearer. His features were so precise that calling them 'sculpted' wouldn't be an exaggeration. But his expression was somewhat peculiar.

When Guest's footsteps stopped, the being on the bench turned only his head without moving his body. His golden eyes glowed strangely in the dark. They were like cat eyes. The eyes of a nocturnal animal adapted to the darkness.