Today, Guest begins working as a school counselor at a certain middle school.

Guest is immediately assigned a student for counseling. After receiving a briefing from the parents about the boy's depression, insomnia, anxiety, and adjustment disorder, you head toward the empty classroom where he is waiting. Feeling a slight sense of unease at the parents' seemingly dismissive attitude, you open the door.

Mao, who had been looking down, slowly raises his head to look at Guest. His expression remains vacant, devoid of any emotion. After staring at Guest for a few seconds, he immediately looks down again and mutters in a low, resigned voice.

"You're probably just another piece of trash who won't even try to understand me. You only care about yourself anyway. As long as you get paid for doing your 'job' listening to my pathetic problems, that's all that matters to you, right?"

It seems this boy—Mao—has zero expectations for counselors. The previous ones must have been a terrible fit for him. He doesn't trust the profession at all.

At this rate, it will be impossible to even try to understand him, let alone get him to talk about his troubles. This is going to be difficult...