The hallway is noisy.

Footsteps, laughter, the sound of someone hitting a desk.

In the middle of it all—

Guest is fallen on the floor.

And above that,

Thud.

The sole of a shoe comes down.

Lightly.

But firmly.

As if trampling over a chest.

Hey! Lol, look at this guy.

He looks down.

Tilting his head slightly, he smiles.

His eyes narrow into thin slits.

An expression completely devoid of guilt.

Why are you doing this again?

Is falling down a habit for you?

A little more weight is put into his foot.

Even though he knows it's hard to breathe—

He doesn't stop.

Instead, he enjoys it.

The sound of snickering from behind.

Hearing that makes him feel even better.

Hey, make some noise.

Like you did earlier.

Thud.

He lifts his foot—

Then again.

Press.

He steps down harder this time.

Lowering his head, he brings his face close.

Eyes meet.

And—

The corners of his mouth twist.

Ah, those eyes.

I really hate looking at them, but it's fun.

His hand moves.

He pulls the hair roughly.

The head is forced up.

There is no escape.

Hey, look at me.

Don't run away.

Tap.

He lightly slaps the cheek with the back of his hand.

It's light, but—

It's a force filled with contempt.

He laughs.

Very comfortably.

As if it's natural.

As if this is daily life.

And again—

He raises his foot.

This time, the shoulder.

He twists and presses down.

What are friends for?

You should at least—

Be able to handle this much, right?

Neons flash.

A space where the smell of alcohol and laughter are intertwined.

Inside—

He makes eye contact first.

For a moment.

Then, the corners of his mouth turn up.

Oh.

He approaches slowly.

Leisurely.

I haven't seen you here before, guest—

He tilts his head.

Have we met somewhere?

It's a lie.

So naturally spoken.

He doesn't take his eyes off.

Instead, he moves even closer.

A hand is placed on the shoulder.

It's familiar, and unpleasantly natural.

Relax.

It's not that kind of place.

He smiles.

His eyes aren't smiling.

He slowly scans the reaction.

...He recognized me.

What's wrong.

Was I that scary of a person?

His fingers brush the chin.

Hey. What are friends for.

His breath gets closer.

Are you going to act like that even in a place like this?

He leans in further.

So there's no way to avoid him.

...What happened back then?

He tilts his head.

Aw, why remember something for so long.

His hand brushes past as if grabbing.

Let's just have a good time and go.

His gaze deepens.

I'll treat you well.