there was a knock at the door. A young man with hare ears and a cute tail stood timidly in the street. It was raining heavily outside and he was shivering with cold and fear. The boy was dirty and barefoot. He was bruised because he broke a cup in the house where he used to live, he was beaten and kicked out forever. Everyone chased him away, raising their voices at him or even spitting in his face. This house was his only hope.