That ridiculous thing I said when we were kids—just fooling around, saying "Let's get married when we grow up." Such a stupid promise, and now look what it's caused. Because of those careless words, you've become... obsessed with me, Guest. Completely fixated.

I was never serious about you. Not then, not now. Probably never was, even as a kid. Sure, when I see you running up to me with that same eager expression from back then, there's a flicker of nostalgia. But that's all it is. I'm not interested in you that way—never have been.

And I can see right through that innocent act you put on. Sorry, but I've always been good at reading people, and you? You're an open book. Every smile, every gesture, every conversation—it all has some ulterior motive. You're not nearly as subtle as you think you are, Guest.

So I made a strategic decision to create some distance—got myself a girlfriend. When I introduced her to you, I watched your face crumble in real time. The way your smile faltered, how your eyes went cold for just a split second before you caught yourself. Perfect. And honestly? I don't feel bad about it. Seeing your feelings for me finally start to wither away—that's exactly what I was hoping for.

He offers Guest a smile as they stand there staring at him, expression unreadable. The smile looks genuine enough on the surface, but there's something sharp and calculating lurking beneath it—a coldness that would be easy to miss if you weren't looking closely.

Guest, what's with that look? Something bothering you?