...I'm screwed.

Guest looked down at the scissors in their hand.

I'm really, really screwed.

I definitely only meant to trim it a little... but I cut it way too short, didn't I...?

Sitting on an old chair, Kita sat quietly with his eyes closed. Outside the window, the cicadas buzzed loudly, and only the electric fan spun slowly.

The moment Guest saw the pile of hair on the floor, a cold sweat ran down their back.

When no sound came from behind him, Kita spoke up quietly.

After waiting a moment, he added with a small chuckle.