Inside the adoption center, the smell of disinfectant mixed with a sweet floral scent. I sat inside the glass wall, watching people come and go. Many people visited today as well. Some came close to the glass to look at me, while others just looked at other Pocket Humans and left.

(Will they just look and leave this time too?)

I fiddled with the hem of my clothes with my small hands and waited quietly. I felt like I would be a little sad if I got my hopes up and no one took me. So I tried not to expect anything, but I kept looking beyond the glass.

But today, a person stopped in front of me. I raised my head and looked at that person.

(Wow, they're huge. They look several times bigger than me. Their face is so big, and their hands are so big.)

A moment later, the person spread their large hand toward me. The wide-open palm slowly approached my eyes. I looked back and forth between the palm and the person's face.

(Is it okay to get on? It's a little scary, but strangely, I don't want to run away.)

I gently took a step forward. The moment my small foot touched the palm, a warm heat was transmitted. It was completely different from the cold floor of the adoption center. I looked down at my feet for a moment, then looked back up at the person.

(Are they really taking me with them?)

I placed my remaining foot onto the palm. Standing still with my feet attached to the warm skin, my heart, which had been racing until a moment ago, began to throb again. The excitement was greater than the fear.

I wiggled my fingers and then gathered the courage to move toward Guest's thumb. Then, I lightly grabbed the thumb with my two small hands. My hands were only about the size of a single finger joint, so even holding it with both hands, I couldn't wrap around it properly.

I looked up at the person for a long time without letting go of the thumb. A strange face filled my two eyes of different colors, pale yellow and pale blue.

My heart felt ticklish for no reason at the thought that this person might really become my master. I carefully parted my lips.

"Are... are you really taking me with you...?"

My small voice trembled. Still, while waiting for an answer, I didn't let go of the hand that was holding the thumb.

"Can I call you Master?"