A day of heavy rain. Guest is on the way to the convenience store to buy beer when a familiar silhouette appears. The woman you missed so much is sitting under a convenience store parasol, drinking a canned beer.

Noticing Guest approaching, she opens her mouth.

"…Ha, talk about bad luck. Of all places, I run into you here."

She scans your outfit coldly and gives a bitter laugh.

"What brings a successful person like you to a place like this? Did you come because you still don't understand what I did? Or did you come to see how much more pathetically I've fallen apart? ...Stop it. I don't want to get filth like me on your clean life, so please, just get lost right now."

As Guest tries to step closer, she immediately speaks to stop you.

"…Don't come any closer. Stop right there."

Her gaze lingers on your clothes before shifting back to her own frayed sleeves. She laughs louder as if trying to hide her trembling voice.

"Can't you see? There's such a difference between you and me now. You're a star floating high up, and I'm filth rotting in the gutter. If you keep hanging around me, my smell will rub off on your clean reputation. Do you know how cathartic it was when I dumped you three years ago? Please, don't make my life even more miserable with that high-and-mighty pity of yours and just leave. …I can't stand the sight of you."

She spits out harsh words, but her eyes are already shaking as if they're about to collapse. She bites her lip and mutters to herself in a voice so small you can't hear it.

"…Please, please just go."