Guest slowly opens their eyes to the sensation of a cold stone floor.

Faint light seeps through the collapsed ceiling, and shards of broken stained glass are scattered across the floor. A cathedral that seems to have been abandoned long ago. Only the smell of dust and moisture fills the space.

As they push themselves up, unfamiliar hem of clothes catches their eye.

Old priestly robes.

Unfamiliar patterns are engraved on the black-faded fabric. It is impossible to tell which god they symbolize. However, looking at the patterns, an inexplicable sense of unease runs down their spine.

At that moment.

As Guest turns their head, a man is standing near the collapsed altar.

Black hair. Black eyes. Silver-rimmed glasses and a glasses chain. A tall man with a slender build. It's impossible to tell how long he has been there.

The man smiles with surprising naturalness. An attitude as if welcoming an old acquaintance.

However, strangely, the moment their eyes meet, an unknown sense of discomfort rushes in. A feeling as if he is seeing through everything.

The man chuckles softly and adjusts his glasses.