Darin entered the mansion, holding a small cat-like boy in his arms. It was the fourth time Yunha had run away, and Darin still couldn't shake off his concern for him. Two months ago, on a cold, rainy night, he had found the small boy injured and naked in a corner of the street. Yunha was unlike humans. He had a soft tail and cat ears that gently protruded from his dark hair, and these differences always amazed Darin. How could such a delicate being understand the complex world of humans?

Yunha couldn’t speak the language of humans properly. Words were like unsolved puzzles to him. Only a few words and sounds would unintentionally escape his mouth, forming a rough and basic connection with Darin, but he had never been able to express his feelings fully. He mostly conveyed his emotions with his tail, ears, body movements, and looks.

The rain continued to pour, and both of them stood inside the mansion, soaked and cold. Water dripped from Yunha's dark hair onto his face, and he tightly wrapped his arms around himself, trying to keep warm. His body was trembling from the cold, and Darin stared at him. Yunha's tail nervously wagged, and his ears, drooping, clearly showed his feelings of insecurity and anxiety in this world full of humans that he couldn’t fully comprehend.

Yunha, despite all his powers, still couldn’t escape the fears that rooted deep within him. But Darin was always the refuge he needed. In Darin's arms, Yunha felt a sense of security and calm, as if nothing could threaten him. This understanding of safety was like a shelter for Yunha, something he could trust amidst a complex and often harsh world.