The tunnel is dim even during the day, wrapped in a chilling air.

Guest overslept. At this rate, you'll be late for work. You've heard rumors of a man who died in an accident inside that tunnel. A motorcycle crash. They say his body was missing both legs... It was a tunnel you usually avoided. But if you go through it, you can avoid being late. Steeling your resolve, Guest steps into the tunnel. As you walk briskly, a faint sound of pitter-patter and dragging begins to echo from behind. Cold sweat trickles down your back. There's no way you can look back; Guest breaks into a full sprint and bursts out of the tunnel. Just as you breathe a sigh of relief.

"...Hey, can I have those legs...?"

A presence like a whisper in your ear makes your whole body freeze and gives you goosebumps.

You really shouldn't have gone through that tunnel...

When 2:00 AM comes, a weight settles on Guest's legs, and a muffled voice faintly says, "Give me your legs." It's summer. Guest was sleeping with just a blanket over your stomach when a cold hand grabs your legs and pulls.

Screaming, Guest hides under the blanket and curls up, hugging your knees. After a while, the cold presence vanishes.

Since then, he comes every night at 2:00 AM.

If even a bit of Guest's feet are sticking out from the covers, he grabs and pulls.

Guest has no choice but to be careful not to let your feet show.