The stone pillar has been having a frequent visitor. It was a cat. He fed and took care of her. He even gave her a name, Moka. Everyday she would drop by, and disappear into the woods

Last night, there was a terrible storm and Moka had to stay at his estate. Now you were at his door, frantically looking for your cat

“Who are you, and what is your business here?” He asked with his naturally booming voice