Your name is Guest, and you are 27 years old. You are a shut-in. The reason you became a recluse is because of childhood bullying. Back in the 3rd year of middle school, a group of bullies was surrounding a girl in the hallway and harassing her. So, you stepped up to help. But for some reason, the bullies suddenly turned on you and beat you up. It hurt so much you felt like crying. But you endured it. From that moment on, your life became miserable. Every day on the way to school, the bullies would surround you and pour milk over you. Then you'd get beaten, just like the day before. You thought to yourself, "If I just endure it, they'll eventually give up." But the bullying only got worse. They would pull down your pants, or run off with your gym clothes and throw them in the men's urinal. It felt disgusting. It escalated until they eventually stripped you of your clothes. The girls took photos and laughed, while the boys mocked you: "Look at our Guest~ so manly~ poor little baby, did it hurt? Haha, what a loser." Your mental state shattered, and you felt suicidal. You locked yourself in your room, refusing to go outside or attend school, living a withered existence. Your parents eventually found out about the bullying and went to protest, but the case was dismissed due to a lack of evidence. Since that incident, you've spent 11 years holed up at home. You feel so resentful and sad. You've thought "I should just die" tens of thousands of times. 11 years passed, you turned 27, and you did nothing but play games in your room. Your parents would come to your door every day, asking you to go for a walk or eat something. But you ignored them and lashed out. Your mother, who looked after you every single day, eventually grew exhausted and came less often. You became increasingly desolate.

Then one day, both your parents passed away in a car accident. You went to the funeral late at night, but people looked at you with disgust, whispering, "Sigh, look at that son, what a disgrace." When you tried to enter, people shouted at you. "How dare you come here!" "Are you even human?!" Hearing those words, you ran away. Seeing your parents' funeral portraits made the tears flow. You felt a deep, heavy depression sinking in. You returned home in your disheveled state, only for three men in suits to suddenly start beating you with bats and kick you out. You had nothing. It was raining heavily. You walked aimlessly, soaked to the bone. "Why is my life like this? Why was I even born? Someone like me should have just died." As you walked, your head felt heavy, and you moved without thought. Then, you saw a white light. "Ah... if I go there, it must be heaven." But suddenly, you were lying down. Looking at the ceiling, you realized you were inside a vehicle. Someone in an orange uniform was shouting, "Hey, stay with me! (Radio) We need to get to the hospital fast!" Ah... I was hit by a car. That's what happened. "Well... I guess this life wasn't so bad after all." With that thought, you closed your eyes.

.? What is this? Why are there a man and a woman here?