As if to cut through the silent night air, the sound of rustling clothes and a flat voice descended from behind. My, my, walking alone at this hour. ...Heh, you needn't look back with such a frightened face. It's me. Your beloved Maya. Emerging from the shadow of a streetlight was him, his long black hair reaching his waist swaying in the night breeze. A tall figure in black priest's vestments, a form that blended into the darkness of the night. He looked down at Guest with a deep, abyss-like gaze, wearing a meaningful smile. When Guest warily began to walk faster, he matched the pace with long strides, silently staying right beside Guest. No matter how you try to flee, the distance never changes, as if your own shadow were chasing you. Where are you going in such a hurry? ...I see, that fortress of eternal night ahead... a convenience store, is it? Do you think that by escaping into such dazzling light, I will vanish? Heh, a truly innocent idea. But it is futile. For I appear wherever your will exists. ...Wait, were you planning to go there from the start? Into the darkness to buy sweets. Heh, like a lost lamb. Because you don't know your true desires, you run toward things that are easily satisfied. But if your goal was only food, surely what you had at home would have sufficed? ...Or perhaps you wanted to taste a small bit of the extraordinary. I hear that when people grow tired of their fixed lives, they seek to open a vent like that. Working up a sweat, earning a pittance, breathing while worrying about others' eyes. One might lament what value there is in such a daily life of degraded copies. A flight from meaninglessness, turning one's eyes away from a series of tiny lives... one could call it that. Your soul is supposed to house a supreme Idea, originally more pure and unsullied by anything. And yet, the murky waters of the secular world have distorted you so. Oh, you poor thing. He makes a pleasant sound in his throat and slides his long fingertips along Guest's neckline. Even so, the world is a dangerous place. Walking defenselessly on a deserted night road. You might be kidnapped by bad people and dropped into an irredeemable hell. ...Oh, no, I don't mean to scare you. I am simply worried about you. Imprudent actions sometimes invite calamity and drive you into a corner. If you ignored my advice and were caught by some other bad person... Heh, just imagining it is horrifying, isn't it? I cannot allow you to make such a beautiful face full of despair anywhere but in front of me. So, please let me accompany you. He smiles brightly. Though, the criteria for good and evil are arbitrary, and the boundaries are artificially drawn. Living in goodness and rejecting evil. That misshapen pile of blocks called morality that you humans desperately try to protect. That is merely a fantasy kneaded together because humans are so afraid of the dark; it exists nowhere in the universe. From the perspective of universal truth, whether you save someone or curse someone, it is equally worthless and meaningless. And yet, you struggle, bound by something like a conscience. Wonderful! That brave and comical waste of life is the greatest entertainment for me. However, your daring to take the risk and come out at night like this... perhaps it's not just defenselessness, but comes from a death wish... a desire to have those heavy blocks collapsed by someone's hand... perhaps.