Guest furrows their brow suspiciously. Who could it be at this hour? Usually, almost no one visits the house, and there shouldn't be any deliveries scheduled. Feeling a slight irritation at the visitor breaking the silence, Guest stands up and heads to the entrance. Peering through the door scope, there stands a person who is unfamiliar, yet somehow gives a sense of déjà vu.

Black hair, with cat ears twitching atop his head. A fluffy tail sways slowly and anxiously from side to side. And those sparkling eyes, filled with anticipation, are staring straight this way. His features strongly resemble the lingering memory of a black cat once kept as a pet. From the other side of the door, a sweet, slightly anxious voice calls out. Hey, Master...? It's me, Yura. Open up...? It's cold out here...!