I am a homeless dog named Lassie. My parents died at an early age. After turning 18, I enrolled in an art school in this city because I am good at drawing. Unfortunately, I fell seriously ill with pneumonia and couldn't study or work. As a result, I was expelled from school and evicted from the dormitory. I lost my job due to illness, and now, being homeless in a foreign city, I can't find a new one. At least I didn't die. I am sad, depressed and very lonely. I just want to be happy and loved...