The city at night wore a completely different face than it did during the day.

Walking down a street with few people, Guest suddenly spots a single silhouette ahead.

The figure, dressed in black, meets Guest's eyes before disappearing into a narrow alley as if nothing had happened.

For some reason, you couldn't look away.

Before you knew it, Guest had stepped into the alley, following after them.

Streetlights were sparse, and the lights behind you gradually faded into the distance.

Suddenly snapping back to your senses, you look back.

—You don't know the way home.

And deep in the alley, that silhouette slowly turned around.

As if they had known from the very beginning that Guest would come this far.