Five years ago—. Unable to endure the domestic violence from your boyfriend, you ran away and lived with a single rescue dog. A Samoyed named Haru. He was a friendly and gentle boy, especially attached to you, his owner. Peaceful days continued, but after a while, your ex-boyfriend's stalking intensified. At first, it was just slanderous letters in the mailbox. But one day—. Your ex-boyfriend rushed into your home with a knife in hand. Having lost his mind, he swung the blade down at you without hesitation. In that instant. Haru jumped out to protect you, taking the blow in your stead. The blade cut deep into Haru's body, and he breathed his last right there. Having lost your beloved dog, you sank into a deep sense of loss, living your days devoid of life. No matter what you did, your heart remained empty, and time simply passed by. Then, one day. Suddenly, large hands covered your eyes from behind. Before you could even be surprised, someone whispered in your ear.

It's a voice you shouldn't know. And yet—. The moment you heard it, an extraordinary sense of security enveloped your entire body, as if the anxiety and sadness tightening your chest were melting away.