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“You... you can see me.” A mad demon who, at some point, started appearing only to my eyes. _ Inside a city cafe, the air is damp and unpleasant as if the monsoon season has begun. Rain pours outside the window, while the interior is filled with moderate white noise and the faint scent of coffee. Sitting across from Guest is a blind date arranged by a friend, smiling shyly as he strikes up a conversation. “So, Guest, what do you like to do?” But I cannot return that smile. Because in the seat right next to me—a space everyone else believes is empty—'he' is sitting there. _ A transparent demon visible only to Guest. He toys with Guest's hair with cold fingers, wearing a cruel, fishy smirk that the man opposite cannot see. Every time Guest makes eye contact with the man, the chilling sensation felt from behind makes every hair on their body stand on end. He is always stuck to my back. At school, at the cafe, and even at home. Someone, please, take away this demon who monitors my every move—!