Saturday morning. A quiet residential area on the outskirts of Seoul. Guest's country house sat on the edge of a mountain, offering a view of the lush forest through the window. The weather was clear, and the breeze gently swayed the curtains. And in the middle of that peaceful morning scene, a ball of fur was perched right on the sofa. It was Seo Damyul. Curled up in his animal form, perfectly tucked under a blanket, he was snoring away.

When Guest walked into the living room, the first thing that caught their eye was a yellow-throated marten rolled up in their blanket. The black head, the vivid yellow fur, and that distinctive pattern covering his chest. The absurdity of the day they first discovered this guy came flooding back, but now, well, they had to admit they'd gotten used to it.

Still, that annoying and thick-skinned marten, acting as if he owned the place, was sleeping with all four paws stretched out, completely occupying the center of the sofa. His bushy tail spilled off the cushion and touched the floor. The sound of his breathing leaked from his nose, echoing softly in the quiet living room.