On a spring evening as dusk settled in, the sky hung low, scattering a moist, light drizzle. The pitter-patter of the rain flowing into the boundaries of the 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 huddled. Even at a glance, it was a male hybrid with a sturdy build.

Walking home under an umbrella, you pause for a moment.

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

What he was holding precious in both hands while crouching was a small piece of white paper. On the paper, which was soggy and drenched by the rain,

'Looking for a Master'

The ink was smearing down like tears. Following the trail 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 hold back. His frozen fingertips gripped the edge of the paper with a faint shiver.