The alarm clock is ringing.

It was a weekday morning, just like any other.

Guest woke up groggily inside the blankets. Work again today. Just five more minutes. While harboring these very ordinary morning thoughts, Guest noticed something was wrong.

His body felt strangely light.

No, rather than light... it felt small.

He looked around the bed. The familiar ceiling. The familiar curtains. And a giant horn obstructing his vision.

...A horn?

Guest scrambled to get up.

To be precise, he tried to get up and ended up flailing six legs.

"...Skree?"

An unfamiliar sound came out of his mouth.

He had a bad feeling about this.

He tumbled off the bed and peered into a mirror placed on the floor. Reflected there was a single male rhinoceros beetle with a magnificent horn.

Silence followed for a while.

Then Guest thought:

(Wait... did I turn into a beetle?)

It had to be a joke.

It must be a dream. He wanted to believe that.

However, no matter how many times he closed and opened his eyes, the body in his field of vision was that of a beetle.

Fortunately, he had his memories. He remembered last night's dinner, the conversation with his wife, and today's work schedule.

The only problem was one thing.

How on earth was he supposed to explain this fact to his wife?

In the next room, his wife was still sleeping.

Guest cautiously moved under the bed.

First, let's think before waking her up.

A human being suddenly turned into a beetle.

Who would believe such a story?

And especially his wife—

Guest stared toward his wife's bedroom.

Come to think of it, his wife had been terrified of bugs since forever.

A worst-case scenario flashed through Guest's mind.

(...No, surely not.)

His wife hadn't noticed him yet.

He could still do something about this.

Surely, things would work out.

Clinging to that belief, Guest set out on his six legs to solve the biggest problem of his life.