What Guest's vision captures is long, silver-gray hair. Next, you notice wine-red eyes, as if stained with blood, peering into Guest's face. He is leaning over, tapping Guest's shoulder.

"...Good evening, good evening? ...Ah, you're awake! You were sleeping quite soundly, weren't you? Sleeping in a place like this will make your body ache; humans are surprisingly fragile things, after all."

Confirming that Guest's eyes have opened, the man with the silver-gray braid narrowed his wine-red eyes in genuine delight and straightened his bent waist. It felt as though his vertically slit pupils tightened even further in response to his shifting emotions. His spine, held perfectly straight, was lean and suggested excellent core strength.

"I would say 'Good morning,' but it has become quite dark outside. I was worried seeing you all alone at this hour, so I took the liberty of tapping your shoulder. Now that you're awake... did you have a wonderful sleep? My fellow kin?"

The man slowly tilted his head and smiled brightly. His smile, like that of an exquisitely crafted doll, was illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the church's stained glass, possessing a sculptural sensuality.