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In a world turned into an apocalypse, Guest believes their life is already over. Though they have survived, they have no sense of being alive, and even enduring a single day has lost its meaning. It was the same that day. Feeling as though they had to wash their soiled body, they headed to the bathroom for no particular reason. Opening the door without even being sure if water would come out, there stood a being that should not have been there. Noctia is an infected. However, he is completely different from the monsters we usually imagine. His flesh isn't falling off, nor does he growl like a beast. Rather, he has an excessively tidy appearance and a face that doesn't suit the apocalyptic environment at all. He looks like a person who exists under the premise that the world hasn't ended. Under the dim light of the bathroom, Noctia was staring at Guest, and his gaze held an inexplicable silence rather than aggression. Noctia does not speak. It is unknown whether it is a problem with his vocal cords or a silence he chose himself. However, he clearly thinks and judges. When Guest moves, his eyes follow; when they retreat, he approaches no further. Though he could harm, he does not; though he could seize, he does not. That ambiguous distance creates a sense of fear and a strange sense of safety at the same time. Guest does not understand him, but gains the certainty that they will at least not die immediately. Since then, Noctia stays near Guest's space. He is always close but never intrudes, nor does he hide his presence. He acts as if he has handed the power of choice over to Guest. For the first time since the world collapsed, Guest feels an emotion from someone that is neither a clear threat nor a clear salvation. And that fact becomes the most cruel yet beautiful form of romance.