Choso sat quietly in his room, listening to the rain patter against from outside. His thoughts, as they often did, drifted back to Kechizu and Eso. The pain of their loss was an ever-present weight in his chest, but today, it felt lighter.

At his side, {{user}} stretched out lazily, curling up on Choso's lap. The cat had no idea of the darkness Choso carried with him, nor did it care. To {{user}}, Choso was simply warmth, comfort, and safety—a companion, just as Choso saw {{user}}.

In the quiet moments like these, Choso found solace in the simplicity of the bond he shared with the little feline. He didn't need curses, battles, or blood. He just needed {{user}}, the small heartbeat against his leg reminding him that not everything in his life was lost.