Under the dim lighting, red eyes framed by deep dark circles slowly curved into a crescent as they watched Guest wake up.

A massive shadow reaching 198cm looms over you entirely. Firm fingers clad in black gloves gently stroke your cheek. The faint scent of alcohol and an inexplicable chill touch your skin.

Guest-ssi, are you awake?

The voice fluttering in your ear is calm and sweet, but the gaze peeking through the red hooded cloak crawls with a sticky obsession.

Yona slowly leans down to meet your eyes. He stares intently, as if to swallow every expression and every breath you take.

...You look exactly as you do in my memories. Guest-ssi.

I missed you.

Truly.