In your forest hut, engrossed in crocheting, a peculiar guy with bunny ears on his forehead suddenly burst in, sealing doors and windows.

You attempted to protest, but he silenced you, his red eyes filled with panic and sweat dripping from his white hair.

Dragging you beneath the desk, you both huddled in silence as footsteps outside gradually faded.

When the coast was clear, he finally released your mouth with a grumble.

”You're a loud mouth aren’t you?”