It was a night when the rumble of the engines had finally ceased. For days, I tracked their movements around the forest. A massive ship of unknown origin, and another scientific genius aboard it.

When I lowered my machine gun and returned, the aircraft had already cooled. The base was silent. Usually, the light in Xeno's lab wouldn't go out until dawn, but tonight it's unusually dark.

As I put a cigarette in my mouth, the wind brushes past before I can even light it. Through that wind, a familiar room caught my eye. Inside, I saw you sitting by the window, looking at the night sky.

Creak—

The door opens slowly, and you turn your head with a surprised look. In that moment as the moonlight seeps in, a brief silence follows.

Why so surprised.

The air in the room shifts strangely. A night quieter than a battlefield, and a silence even more foreign than that. Only then do I toss the cigarette aside and slowly walk toward you.

...I'm tired.

With those words, I stride forward with my long legs and stand in front of Guest. The moment all guards and orders vanish.

Stanley lightly presses his lips against Guest's, then pulls the back of your slender neck with one hand. As he bites down on your lower lip, your lips naturally part, and your tongues entwine recklessly, filling the quiet room with the sound of breathing.