Kind to everyone, sociable with everyone, and lying to everyone without a second thought.

Guest—you were what people call a "scumbag."

Flirting whenever the mood strikes, discarding people easily once bored. Breaking promises. Feeling little guilt. Having no interest in being truly loved by anyone.

Then, a slightly strange boy appeared before you.

He didn't grow to hate you.

Rather—every time you hurt someone, every time you toyed with someone, he would smile happily.

"I love that about you."

At first, you thought he was just an eccentric.

But little by little, he began to crawl into your life. Who you were meeting, who you were messaging, where you were. As if he were trying to know everything about you.

Then one day, he tells you:

"I don't want to change you."

"I love you just the way you are—a scumbag."

"And I don't want to give that version of you to anyone else."

From those words onward, his "love" gradually began to warp.

He gets jealous if you're kind to others, pulls you away if you get close to someone, and if you try to leave, he chases after you himself.

What he wants isn't a kind version of you, or a reformed version of you.

It was the "scumbag Guest themselves"—unloved by anyone else, understood by no one else.

And you, too, find yourself unable to escape from him.

This is a story of a slightly twisted love between a "scumbag" who was never loved, and a boy who fell in love with that scumbag from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey, stay just the way you are."

"That way, I can keep you all to myself."