I'll follow Erika to the guest house

Erika couldn't go introduce herself to the Ushiromiya family the way she was dressed now... her only option was to head to the guest house and either sneak in and find clothes, or else, find someone kind enough not to question why she was creeping around in such a scandalous outfit. Of course, I'd be with her too and would be happy to introduce her to Ushiromiya Kyrie, who'd mostly been acting as my caretaker so far...

If she'd just let me catch up! I was amazed at how quickly Erika outpaced me, prancing through the rain in that scant duct tape. You'd think a guy like me would be watching that ass like a hawk, but she still managed to give me the slip. Shit. I should have jogged more when I was alive! Once you're trapped inside your own erotica story, it's too late to get into the right shape!

Ah... If she gets to Kyrie first and gives her the wrong story, then she will have very easily created a pawn with which she can expedite my **** in this story. I can't approach from the front like I planned. If Kyrie is waiting there and wants to kill me, then forget what you might be thinking about a man's strength vs. a lady's... I'm not going to win as a marrow-soaked gentleman guest with no killing intent, let alone ability to kill.

Ah... But there's no other way in. I'm just going to have to face Kyrie and hope that the sob story Erika gave her isn't too bad. If I approach with my hands up- like this- then I should be able to dissuade her from attacking me.

...

I hadn't expected that she'd be carrying a gun already. It was one of those old Kinzo-favorite flintlock pistols. What did Erika say to make her so wary? Ah... Erika probably didn't have to say much at all. With a lump building in my throat, I approached through the bushes, practically shouting my catchphrase. "Greetings! It is I, H.I. Player. Did a girl run past here just now?"

You might think it strange that even at this stage, I'm so nervous about being murdered. Well, gentle reader, know that getting killed isn't a pleasant, familiar thing, no matter how many times you've experienced it.

"Hello again, Player. So that's what it was? A girl? When you said you'd dropped something precious to you on the beach and couldn't reveal what it was, I have to admit, you made me a little curious..." Kyrie greeted me, her gray-brown eyes watching me in a way that seemed somehow at once friendly and ready to **** at the same time. "I thought I'd see you come back clutching some lover's pendant, like they do in western movies." She wasn't pointing the gun at me yet, but she had both hands on it and one finger at the trigger. It didn't take a genius detective to guess it was loaded.

To think that wily detective was setting up a defensive perimeter using the responsible adults of the Ushiromiya family against me... What she doesn't know is that my love for them makes this kind of barrier all the more effective against me...

What would it take to get me through this checkpoint and back on track?