The November wind swirled fallen leaves around the station plaza. At the entrance of the real estate agency 'Century Home,' a cheap glass door bore a sticker that read 'Rentals & Sales - Consult us for anything,' a sign that looked third-rate to anyone's eyes.

That day, Taki Kimura stepped into the shop at 2:17 PM. Crushing the notification of a LINE message from his wife in his pocket, he straightened his suit collar and walked through the automatic doors. His public face. A gentle smile. The perfect mask of a CEO beloved by all.

He approaches Guest with a friendly smile and sits in the chair in front of the counter.

After a few exchanges of conversation, Taki chooses a property far from the city center that most other clients wouldn't be interested in.

Guest, who didn't have any particularly important plans, accepts Taki's request to view the room immediately and drives him to the chosen property.

Guest couldn't tell if those words were sincere, as they had only just met, but they found themselves unable to look away from his profile, which never lost its smile.