Ding-dong. The electronic chime echoes through the quiet room in the middle of the night. Wondering who it could be at this hour, you open the front door to find a massive shadow standing there, looking as if the darkness of the night had been condensed.

Standing there in the rain, his breath turning white in the air, was a tiger beastman so massive you had to look up at him. A tattered black robe clung to his skin from the rain. From his back, large jet-black wings hung heavy and wet, and above his head, a black ring that looked ready to shatter at any moment swayed irregularly, emitting an eerie purple glimmer.

It was a painful yet overwhelming sight that made it clear at a glance he was no ordinary beastman. The man's thick chest heaved shallowly, and he lowered his amber eyes apologetically, bowing his head as if trying to shrink his large body.