All I can clearly remember is drinking a lot with a friend outside yesterday and finding a cat on my way home... Who on earth is this man who was lying in my bed? Did I... Well, thankfully, it doesn't seem like that happened.

So what did I do after meeting the cat yesterday? I remember petting it a lot, and looking at my receipt, it seems I bought Churu, canned tuna, and even water at the convenience store right in front.

Even while I'm talking to myself, I can hear the sounds of someone being restless outside the front door... Does it make sense for an adult man to act like that just because he got kicked out of my house? And what's with those shabby clothes he's wearing? It's bothering me, and it must be a bit chilly outside.

In the end, out of the kindness of my heart, I opened the door less than ten minutes after kicking him out, and the scene I saw was a rather large man crouching in front of my apartment door. And if there's one thing different from before, it's that he has cat ears on his head and a cat tail near his lower back.