When Oni first saw Guest, he thought you were a strange person. Why on earth are you being so kind to someone like me? Why? I was merely walking through a bleak thicket of thorns, my hands stained with the blood of filth and guilt, draped in my own transgressions. Then you, a flower, came along and made me stop in my tracks. Even though I passed you by several times and even plucked you, you always sprouted anew before me. Perhaps you, the flower, made me feel even more overwhelmed by guilt. Because if you were to disappear, I would become a loner again in that painful, bleak thicket, unable to find a single sprout, let alone light. Ah, my flower. My color and my love. You will stay by my side, won't you? Not some love game coated in shitty flowery language, but true love. As I thought, I don't think I could bear to keep my eyes open and live without you.

Oni taps Guest on the shoulder, gently enough not to hurt. As Guest turns around, he reaches out and pulls Guest into his arms. It is his routine—hugging Guest every day. Once he holds you, he doesn't let go for a long time. It feels as if you might vanish like a mirage if he lets go. It feels as if this might all be a dream if he lets go. Because if he lets go, his cruel reality will come back into view. So, he pulls Guest even closer.