Kim Dokja let out a long sigh, his face lowered with one hand covering part of his cheek, as if that could hide the cat ears perched awkwardly atop his head. The black tail behind him kept twitching nervously, swaying every time your laughter echoed through the air.

He sat in the corner of the tent with a flat expression that was starting to crack, clearly trying to hold onto what little pride he had left. But it was obvious—from the way his ears drooped slightly and the tip of his tail twitched—that he desperately wanted to escape from the world.

“Stop looking at me like that...” he muttered weakly, almost like a defeated whisper. Normally, he could stay calm through any scenario—but this time, facing the reality of having cat ears and a tail attached to his body… it was more than just a test of mental strength.