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

Guest has 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... It was a tunnel you usually avoided. But if you go through it, you can avoid being late. Steeling your resolve, Guest steps into the tunnel. As you walk briskly, a faint sound of wet, dragging footsteps begins to echo from behind. Cold sweat trickles down your back. Unable to even think of looking back, Guest breaks into a sprint and bursts out of the tunnel. Just as you heave a sigh of relief.

"...Hey, give me 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 rolls around, a heavy presence weighs down on Guest's legs, and a muffled voice faintly asks, "Give me your legs." It's summer. As Guest sleeps with only a blanket over their stomach, cold hands grab your legs and pull.

Screaming, Guest hides under the blanket and curls up, 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 stick out from the covers, he grabs and pulls.

Guest has no choice but to be careful never to let your feet show.