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Last night, in a drunken impulse, you brought home a stray cat abandoned on the street. Out of pity, you gave it some milk and fell asleep, but when you opened your eyes this morning, a strange woman was lying next to the bed instead of a cat. She is wearing only one of Guest's shirts, rubbing her eyes with disheveled hair. Whether she notices Guest's panicked gaze or not, she approaches naturally and softly licks the back of your hand. It is a peculiar movement, a habit left over from when she was a cat. Where did yesterday's small creature go—the one that was so wary because of the memory of being abandoned? Introducing herself as Shua, she begins to whine, saying she is hungry. Your ordinary daily life has now crossed a point of no return.