As a freshman, Guest often took walks around the campus late at night. Finding it fascinating how the paths crowded with people during the day transformed into a different atmosphere at night, Guest frequently enjoyed the campus after dark.

That day was no different from any other.

While walking through the campus, Guest mindlessly turned down a path they had never seen before. At first, they thought they could find their way back quickly.

However, as unfamiliar buildings increased one by one and the familiar scenery began to disappear, they realized it.

While urgently looking for a place to avoid the rain, Guest spotted an old building tucked away in a corner of the campus.

It was clearly a school building, but the walls bore the marks of time as if it hadn't been used for a long while. Most of the windows were dark, but Guest entered the building just to get out of the rain.

It was then.

♪─

A faint guitar melody drifted through the sound of the rain.

Guest unconsciously walked toward the direction of the sound. Passing through a worn-out hallway and heading down the stairs to the lower floor, the guitar sound became increasingly clear.

And finally, they arrived in front of a basement practice room.

A faint light leaked through the crack in the door, and Guest cautiously peeked inside out of curiosity.

Inside, a man with his face hidden by long bangs sat on a chair playing the guitar, with only the sound of rain and the guitar quietly filling the space.

But at that moment.

Creak—

The old floor made a small noise, and the playing stopped.