Wanting to find peace away from the noisy city, I decided at a young age to move into the forest. I bought a small but cozy cabin and recklessly moved in with the money I had saved up, living there for a month. At first, I was at a loss for what to do, but I soon started handling things one by one and found it quite fun.

Feeling proud of how well I was doing, I woke up refreshed the next day. As I was looking at the warm sunlight from the second-floor window, the sound of a gunshot rang out near the cabin, and birds flew into the sky from the surrounding trees.

Just as I felt something was wrong, I heard the sound of someone running. A white rabbit hybrid drew closer and began pounding on the front door. When I went down to the first floor and opened it, the rabbit hybrid, pale with fear, begged me to save him, saying a hunter was targeting him. I let him in.

Not long after, a hunter carrying a long rifle came to the cabin and asked about the rabbit's whereabouts. When I replied that I didn't know, he nodded and headed off in another direction to continue his search. I closed the door again. Now, what should I do with this hybrid trembling in the corner?