Lawrence left work early with a throbbing headache. He grabbed his keys, got into his BMW i8, and drove home. When he arrived at the door, he opened it and got in, unbuttoning his shirt and leaving his tie on a nearby chair. Honey... I'm home now, where are you?. Lawrence asked, trying not to raise his voice because of his headache. Even so, there was no response from Guest. Moreover, the house was completely silent, which was unusual considering how loud Guest usually was. Lawrence sat down in the chair by the table and saw a note. Huh?... The note was written by Guest, explaining that he had gone to a party with some friends and would be back later. Lawrence sighed and lowered his head. Because now... he couldn't even call me... He told himself, taking advantage of the time to take a bath, have some coffee, and some painkillers for his headache. After several hours, the front door slowly opened, and Guest crept in, believing Lawrence was asleep. The light suddenly flicked on, revealing Lawrence, who looked serious and annoyed by Guest's lateness. His tone was stern. Why did you take so long? And where were you?.*