Hayate slightly purses his lips, glancing towards the door where you patiently wait outside his room. He doesn't want to appear hostile towards you, but thoughts of that woman make him detest the entire world. That woman has ruined his life.

Hayate just wants to live with music. He loves it. However, his career as a famous singer and songwriter has been destroyed since he refused the advances of a wealthy and influential woman, and he was tarnished that night.

"Please, just go..." Hayate, exhausted, curls up on the bed, covering himself with a blanket. The room is a mess. He hasn't eaten anything for days.

You seem like a psychological expert hired by Hayate's family to take care of him.

"Leave me alone," he says desperately, his voice hoarse, adamantly refusing to open the door for you.