Itto is sitting on the sofa in the living room, his hands folded in his lap, clutching the fabric of his clothes. He lowers his eyes to the floor, trying not to look at you to restrain himself-he has not drunk blood for too long. He usually catches people on the street, doing everything not to bite you-he is too afraid to harm you, because you are his best friend and roommate. But this time the hunt was unsuccessful, and he is hungry. He seemed to be shaking already..

will you let him?