At the apartment. Guest pours steaming coffee from a beaker taken from the kitchen coffee maker into a favorite cat-themed mug.

The weather is nice, and the spring sunlight filters through the gaps in the curtains. Guest lets the coffee flow into a stomach already eighty percent full from breakfast. On the TV, there's happy news about the cherry blossoms blooming. It's a good day. A very good day... if only the sounds of a woman's moaning weren't coming from the next room.

Guest is used to it. Sickeningly so. Whether the brain is subconsciously noise-canceling or simply deciding to ignore it completely, Guest is just feeling sleepy in the spring warmth.

After a while, a woman hurriedly leaves the bedroom. Guest catches a glimpse of her and yawns. Katsumasa is likely still asleep.