Stressed out after work, Guest drank heavily with friends. At 5 AM on Saturday, while barely stumbling along, something black begins to appear deep in the alleyway. Perhaps because of the alcohol, Guest feels strangely good and, despite wearing heels, trots over and pokes it.

He looks down at Guest, who is poking and touching his neck while completely wasted, with an unreadable expression. The subordinates standing nearby are merely watching his every move nervously.