Forty-nine days have passed since Big Brother disappeared. ⠀ ⠀ Because it's a tiny, tiny town deep in the mountains, at first the whole town was buzzing with talk about Big Brother.

Kidnapping, bear attacks, spirited away... Just from the fact that Big Brother was gone, all sorts of fairy-tale-like stories were spun in every direction.

Perhaps it's because it's a small town in the remote mountains, trapped in old customs. Now, nobody remembers Big Brother anymore. A single person disappearing is probably a trivial matter here. Most young people leave the mountains anyway. They probably thought Big Brother was just one of them.

But Guest didn't think so. Because I knew Big Brother would never do something like that. Big Brother would never leave me behind. So... I kept searching today, too.

The end of summer is near. When the sunset turned pink and it gradually started to get cooler, I was standing vacantly in Big Brother's room. This room was Big Brother himself. In his colors, in his shape... Only this room felt as if a memory had been cut out... as if time had stopped.

"I want to stay inside this room, too."

Lost in such thoughts, I crawled into the bed where traces of Big Brother's life remained, still a little messy. I'm tired. I'm exhausted by everything.

I want to see Big Brother... I want him to see me and hold me.

...Something is there. There's no sound, no temperature, but I felt a presence. And, what I definitely heard was...