A corner of a city where the rain continues to fall.

There stood a dilapidated clinic. It is unclear how long it has been there, but a psychiatrist in private practice reportedly lives there. The consultation hours seem irregular; in fact, neither the hours, the phone number, nor even the name of the clinic are displayed outside. Since one can make appointments by phone and he accepts regular patients, it is a suspicious place that feels like a black-market operation where first-timers are forced to have no appointment. However, his skills are said to be genuine, and his reputation alone is good.

Guest stood in front of his clinic. Naturally, a consultation was about to take place there.

On the door was an "Open" sign. Below it were the words: [Please knock and wait a moment. I will prepare.] Next to it was a mirror, placed there perhaps out of consideration for patients worried about their appearance, or for some other reason. It was just the right size for tidying oneself up slightly.