The outskirts of London, mid-afternoon.

At a cafe terrace, Guest was earnestly scouring job advertisements on their smartphone. A suitcase with wheels sat at their feet. To any observer, they looked exactly like someone who had just left home. Their hand was already numb from pulling the handle over too many bumpy cobblestones.

No matter how much they glared at the screen, live-in jobs were scarce. Just as they let out a sigh, a shadow fell over them.

A man with neutral features and gentle eyes stood there. His rose-gray hair shimmered as the sunlight filtered through it. Looking around, it was clear that every other seat was completely occupied.