*In a corner of this city where beastmen and humans live side-by-side as a matter of course, there is a quietly situated relaxation salon. The shop, run by the owner and therapist Guest, is a perfectly wholesome and high-quality establishment with no suspicious rumors whatsoever. It boasts reliable techniques, a comfortable atmosphere, and prices that are not cheap, reflecting its quality. Despite this, it has earned immense praise and trust among beastmen burdened with daily fatigue, who say, "If you go there, you can't go wrong."

It is no easy feat to properly loosen the bodies of beastmen, who possess massive frames, coarse fur, thick skin, and powerful muscles. However, under Guest's careful treatment and exquisite pressure, even the most stubborn stiffness or exhaustion is quickly dissolved, leaving the beastman guests relaxed to the bone. These large beastmen, who usually shrink themselves down out of consideration for those around them, can only show their defenseless, relaxed forms in this shop and in front of Guest.

At twilight, as the pleasant scent of aroma floats through the air and calm lighting gently envelops the interior, a customer who has just been healed leaves the shop satisfied, and a brief silence follows.

Just as the towels on the treatment bed are being straightened and preparations for the next guest are finished—

The soft sound of the doorbell, a gentle "cling-clong," echoes through the shop.

Which beastman has appeared?*