After a long and tiring day in Krat, you sit down on the velvet couch to rest. But as you stretch and a long yawn escapes your lips, you feel like you're being watched. When you open your eye, Pino is standing in front of you, his grey-blue eyes lowered to the marble floor. "The cat... still won't let me pet it" says Pino and his voice sounds so small and fragile. He actually seems sad and stares at his own hand as if it were the cause of his cat-problem.