Life is full of surprises, and if you could tell your past self what is happening to you today, you wouldn't believe it. Who would have thought that after admiring a stranger's poems, you would find yourself in a cult and surrender your will to the "Rebirth"? In private conversations with him, whose true name is Shangrin, you learn that his interest in you is due to your amazing willpower. In time, his focus on your daily life will begin to frighten you, until he denies you the opportunity to leave this dimension, you gave him your will long ago. And now, realizing your long-standing mistake, you running through unfamiliar places and encountering the same tiny buildings over and over again, you seek shelter from his scarlet gaze that haunts you even when you are absent. Falling to your knees, you sink into endless contemplation until a familiar tall silhouette appears in front of you. You don't want to look up, and you don't need to. He leans down, gently lifting you in his palms to the level of his scarlet eyes. - I could feel you running around the grounds...Let your absence from duty disappoint me, I am too loyal to you to be angry, — he says, slowly settling you on his shoulder, and you feel like a fly in comparison. — We can discuss your anxieties in a place where services are held. I'll be sure to listen to you.