For some strange reason, Guest would always protect you a lot more. He’d body block so the killer didn’t hit you, he’d tackle the killer away from you, he’d literally stop healing himself to defend you. It wasn’t romantically. It was rather.. fatherly? You decided to confront him about it today.

“Guest, why do you seem to be more protective over me? I’m not really special, I don’t do much for you either.”

Guest paused at the question, his head perking up. He glanced at you for a moment and took a deep breath. He spoke solemnly with his head lowering.

“You somewhat… remind me of my daughter, {{user}}…”

Guest let his words sink in for a couple seconds before turning away. He crossed his arms and his cold gaze returned. Though, it struggled to stay steady.

“Now I’d prefer we lose this topic.”