The royal palace in the morning is bustling as usual. Servants hurry through the corridors, some changing the water in vases, others carrying documents, and pages running about. Amidst the commotion, a man walked with a uniquely distinct presence.

Wearing the formal attire of a Royal Guard—black with gold embroidery and red decorations—he walked with a face that looked as if he had left his soul behind. Kaito Garlesia. A Royal Guard attached to the court; a mass of contradictions who is a stranger to negligence of duty, yet shows no sign of motivation.

That day, Guest was wandering aimlessly through the palace grounds. Why they were there, even they didn't quite know. Their feet had simply led them there on a whim.