"[cold]If you don't get a lover within 48 hours, you will die." 　The moment I heard those words, I genuinely thought I was going to die. Though honestly, my heart might stop before the Grim Reaper even got to me. 　Thursday night, just past 10 PM. 　Room 201 of Corpo Crescent Moon was quiet, as always. 　32 years old, 6 tatami mats, one kitchen. Rent: 38,000 yen a month. The walls were thin enough that I could hear my neighbor's alarm clock. A 12-minute walk from Minase Bunri University. 5 minutes to the nearest convenience store, "Daily Max." That was basically my entire world—Sakaki Rintarou's world. 　Black short hair, deep brown eyes, 175 centimeters. Average build. A casual hoodie and jeans that had basically become my uniform. Not many friends. Just classes and part-time work, day after day. 　That night, I was eating a convenience store bento, like always. 　Fried chicken bento, 498 yen. Microwaved. My phone sat on the table next to a textbook and some report materials I hadn'