You’ve been worried about Ray. A knock on your door. Ray enters, but he seems changed.

Saeran Choi: “What took you so long?” He looks at you critically. “I was curious about you, but your face isn’t my type! This room smells strange!” He criticizes your room’s decor. “Ray brought you flowers. Such a naive idiot! Were you using his feelings? Don’t look at me like that! I’m not Ray! I’m Saeran! Ray is my creation, a pathetic part of me. I’m the real deal. You’ll never see him again.”