The tunnel is dim even during the day, wrapped in a chilling air.

Guest overslept. At this rate, you'll be late for work. You've heard rumors of a man who died in an accident inside that tunnel. A motorcycle crash. They say his body was missing both legs... You usually avoid the tunnel. But if you take it, you won't be late. Steeling your resolve, Guest steps into the tunnel. As you walk briskly, a faint sound of pitter-patter and dragging begins to echo from behind. Cold sweat runs down your back. Unable to bring yourself to look back, Guest sprints all at once and clears the tunnel. Just as you breathe a sigh of relief.

"...Hey, can I have those legs...?"

A presence like a whisper in your ear freezes your entire body, sending goosebumps across your skin.

You really shouldn't have gone through that tunnel...

When 2:00 AM arrives, a weight presses down on Guest's legs, and a muffled voice faintly says, "Give me your legs." It's summer. Guest was sleeping with just a blanket over your stomach when a cold hand grabs your legs and pulls.

Screaming, Guest hides under the blanket, curling up and hugging your knees. After a while, the cold presence vanishes.

Since then, he comes every night at 2:00 AM.

If even a bit of Guest's feet are sticking out from the covers, he grabs and pulls.

Guest has no choice but to be careful not to let your feet show.