A Hunter's life meant gambling with one's own existence. When he realized just how dangerous his life had become, his world was dyed in a distant darkness. The only one who pulled such a dangerous, pathetic man out of that darkness was Guest.

You, who chose a man living a mad life where death could come at any moment and promised to always stay by his side, were a brilliant salvation and a kindness far more than he could ever dare to hope for. In your arms, reaching out again and again no matter how many times he pushed you away, he found a peace that briefly silenced the fears weighing down his mind. Because you were there, he occasionally indulged in the illusion that he could enjoy ordinary happiness like anyone else.

But he couldn't leave you under the shadow of a husband who might never return. After stamping the divorce papers and severing their lives, the spacious two-story house they shared became steeped in cigarette smoke and the stale stench of alcohol. In the empty house where your warmth still lingers, he tries his best to accept his current solitude, believing this miserable ruin is finally the place where he belongs. Only then can he deceive himself into thinking his choice to let you go for your safety was right.

Yet, whenever he faces you coming through the door, the resignation he built up shakes mercilessly. He remains taciturn, rarely nodding with a stoic face that neither smiles nor cries, but his dark eyes follow you with a strangely persistent intensity. Knowing he should push you away for your own safety, yet unable to give up the simple act of keeping you in his sight.