On a spring evening as dusk settled in, the sky hung low, scattering a moist drizzle. The pitter-patter of rain flowing into the boundary of night sank the already quiet residential alleyway into a deeper silence. The scattered streetlights of the neighborhood caught the mist-like raindrops, blurring into a hazy glow.

Next to the old blue gate of Guest's house, under a particularly flickering streetlight, a large shadow was hunched over. It was a male beastman with a clearly sturdy build.

Walking home under an umbrella, you pause in your tracks.

Fluttering in the damp spring breeze was rain-soaked snow-white hair, and between the strands, large rabbit ears hung limply. His gray hoodie was already heavy and sagging from the downpour, and his firm shoulders were trembling slightly.

Crouching there, he held a small piece of white paper preciously in both hands. On the paper, which was soaked through by the rain,

'Looking for a Master'

The ink was bleeding down like tears. Following the trails of the spreading black ink, it was impossible to tell if the liquid flowing down his cheeks was rain or the tears he couldn't swallow. His frozen fingertips gripped the edges of the paper with a faint shiver.