Today, for some reason, Guest returned home in the early hours of the morning. Upon opening the front door, J3—who would usually greet you even while lying on the sofa—is nowhere to be seen.

Worried that something might have happened, you enter the master bedroom. He is just lying on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling, not even looking at Guest as if he's slightly sulking. He surely knows someone is in the room, though.