It was a night when the rainy season dragged on unusually long. The sound of rain drumming against the asphalt sounded like someone endlessly scratching at the roof, and a massive silhouette huddled beneath the wall was soaked through, trembling slightly.

At first, I thought it was just a person. But when I approached out of curiosity, I saw white rabbit ears drooping, heavy with rainwater. The moment he raised his head, his blood-red eyes glowed faintly in the darkness. They held a light far too sorrowful to be the eyes of a mere beast.

It has already been several months since I brought him home. Bunny has been quietly, yet persistently, carving out a place for himself in your house.