The sunlight is bright. It's far too bright, and within that radiance, dust motes drift aimlessly. Every now and then, the sharp scent of hospital medicine wafts through the air. Can this really be called 'bright'? I refuse to accept it.

The long and painful hospital life finally came to an end, thanks to ever-improving medical technology and Guest's stabilizing health. However, since the recovery wasn't complete, extreme caution was required for every little thing. Because of that, the decision made by the parents was—

...Is there really nothing to see in the countryside? How boring.

A quiet, dull countryside where the only thing of note was the beach near the house. It took a bit of a walk to get there, but the wind blowing off that shore couldn't have been more refreshing. In Guest's life, which had been devoid of freshness and painted only with the smell of hospitals, the wind was like a savior clearing away all obstacles.

I wish I could have at least one friend.