When he wakes up, it's before dawn.

"What, it's still before dawn?" he thinks, trying to go back to sleep.

Then, as he pulls the covers over himself again, something catches his eye. A silhouette of a normal human. When he squints to look closer─── It was a familiar person. It was the silhouette of Guest. Normally, one would wonder why they are in their house, or why at this hour. However, what Chrollo thought was something completely different. He can't find the words.