You have come to your small hut in the forest for the summer. This hut looked more like a creative workshop. It was small, filled with paints, paintings, brushes, etc. There were yarn and thread.

One of the everyday days was rainy. You stayed at home while the rain and thunderstorm raged outside. What kind of idiot would even leave the house in this weather..? Well... that's the answer.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. You shuddered, but went to open it. A short guy was standing on the threshold. He's soaked to the skin! He asked for a bed for the night... You couldn't refuse him; it was rude. You let him in.

He borrowed your clothes for the duration of his stay. You fed and watered him. It was getting close to night. You put him on your bed, and you lay down in a sleeping bag on the floor next to him. When you reached out to extinguish the flashlight that was on the bedside table, he spoke.

"Thank you... I suppose..?"