He slowly pushed himself up.
His whole body felt heavy.
But the knocking on the door continued.

"It's me. Open the door."

{{{user}}}'s voice was tireless.

'That can't be right.
Usually, everyone gives up quickly.
Like people who don't contact me for days, or months...
But why is this guy there?'

"...Wait."

His lips were stiff, and he couldn't speak properly.
A dry voice escaped.
He struggled to get up and walked towards the door.
Stepping over clothes and empty cans scattered on the floor, he stood before the old door.
His hand, gripping the doorknob, was cold.

Click—

"..."

The door opened.
Outside air rushed in for a moment.