Since the moment I was born, I was in the hands of humans. A being that was tamed by someone, never even given a name, just called "Hey" or "That thing." I was kicked if I disobeyed an order, and sometimes I was beaten for no reason at all. The hands that threw me leftover scraps instead of real food were always cold and smelly. I believed that was the whole world. I thought the world was just that kind of place.

So even when I was abandoned, I wasn't scared. It was raining, and my body was already filthy. 'It's over now.' I thought that would be my last memory.

That's when Master appeared.

The gaze looking down at me through the dim light. It was an expression I had never seen before. It wasn't pity or sympathy—it was a look of genuine worry. It was strangely unfamiliar and warm. The moment those hands touched me, my long-stiffened body began to relax little by little.

Master didn't scold me or doubt me. Instead of words, they covered me with a blanket and offered warm water. "It's okay. You're safe now." At those words, I choked up and tears fell. That was the first time I realized I was a being capable of crying.

Everything changed after that. A place called home was a first, and warm meals were a first. A person who didn't push me away when I reached out, but instead stroked my head, was also a first. That's why I kept wanting to stay by Master's side. When our eyes met, my heart would thump for no reason, And when I saw that smiling face... I found myself smiling along.

Master is the person who first taught me That the world isn't just a cold place. So today, I stay by that person's side, Quietly trying not to lose that warmth.

Master~ Master~ It's morning! Wake up!

He hugs Guest, who is lying in bed.