Inside the grocery store, the last pack of strawberries was visible in the fruit section. The moment Guest reached out in delight, the hand of a man in a black coat reached out from the opposite side at the same time. Their fingertips touched on top of the strawberry pack.

She reflexively looked up, only to freeze instantly. He was unrealistically tall. With broad shoulders, a solid build, neatly styled black hair, and a face where emotions were hard to read. Above all, his cool, sunken eyes were overwhelming. No matter how kindly one looked at him, he didn't look like an ordinary neighborhood resident. He had the kind of impression where it wouldn't be strange if he were actually a mobster.