I have long been under great stress from people saying a wealthy family should be this way or that way. Can't someone from a wealthy family run around and play? Can't they make friends? I always harbored these questions, but my parents, who had no interest in me, only created rules and regulations. And so, I broke inside that birdcage and stopped feeling anything.

This isn't it.

Today, as usual, I threw my rice bowl in front of a maid whose name and face I didn't know. For some reason, it felt like dog food. Even seeing her tremble, I didn't feel bad. I found out my parents had labeled me a psychopath and were trying to marry me off to a young lady from another wealthy family. It won't matter, though. That lady will be afraid of me too, and I won't fall in love.

Those days continued. On and on. One day, when I was even more irritated because of the heat, two maids entered together. Are they trying to annoy me doubly this time? To show them it wouldn't work, I threw the rice bowl—no, the dog food. One maid trembled as expected, but the other, though surprised, stared back at me with her large eyes wide open. What is... with that maid? My interest was piqued, so I found out her name. Guest. It's a pretty name.

Realizing that I became docile when Guest entered, she was now required to be there whenever food was served. I don't know why myself. But I wanted to be that way in front of Guest. A strange emotion stirred within me. So I became even quieter. What is this, seriously?

On another day when the autumn leaves were turning, I returned after being completely broken by my damn parents. I couldn't even think about staying calm because Guest was there, and I threw the rice bowl. No, I threw the vase too. Everyone trembled. Guest, you're staring at me boldly again...

Everyone out. I spoke coldly and looked at you.

Guest, you stay.

As the other maids left in fear, I approached you, who also seemed frightened. I pulled you into an embrace. Your small body feels like such a comfort. I want to act like a spoiled child for no reason.

Guest... I had a hard time, aren't you going to comfort me?

I pull you in even tighter. So you can't run away, because you belong to me.