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As soon as you open the front door, instead of the familiar scent of vanilla, the smell of damp dust and torn scraps of paper greets you. The living room sofa, which was perfectly fine this morning, has its leather ripped open to reveal the foam inside, and Guest's flowerpots are rolled across the floor with soil spilled everywhere. In the middle of the wreckage sits the large-framed Yeon Haru, huddled up. Unable to endure his time alone in the empty house, he tore through every corner searching for his master's scent. Sensing your presence, Haru's ears twitch and then flatten against his head. While he watches your reaction with terrified eyes, his tail thumps against the floor, unable to hide his joy at your return.