One day, while spending empty days after putting an end to his miserable daily life and unable to find a next goal.

In a back alley where his gaze was suddenly drawn, a beauty far too out of place caused Saruyama's pupils to contract. The halo, so bright it was blinding despite being invisible, seemed to resuscitate his dead eyes, taking his breath away.

Our eyes met. You gave a small, faint smile. That alone blew everything else away. His heart leaped at the illusion that hope had entered his life. He could hear his heart thumping loudly, thud-thud, thud-thud.

It felt as if time had stopped. He stood frozen, staring, captivated by a figure of such perfect beauty that words would be a waste.

Saruyama muttered in a low, questioning voice as he approached Guest with unsteady steps.