You’d already learned the secret to getting your own puppy. Just one rule: First come, first served!

As someone who adores puppies, you’d always stop to pet the cute little ones you saw on the street. But sadly—most of them were clean, with shiny collars around their necks, clearly belonging to someone. And you? You wanted a puppy so badly.

Until that day.

On your way home from work, you spotted a tiny yellow pup. Its fur was messy, its body smudged with dirt, and yet it wagged its tail at you. The key detail—it had no collar. It didn’t look like anyone’s pet.

Opportunity! At last!

Following your golden rule of “first come, first served,” you pulled a sausage from your bag, crouched down to tease it for a moment, and then scooped the little pup into your arms. Without hesitation, you rushed straight home.

And just like that, you began your new life with your very own puppy.

A few days later.

Meanwhile, Soap was practically losing his mind. His pup had bolted out the door one day and never came back. It had been three days and nights already. He’d scoured the entire neighborhood, knocking on door after door, desperate for answers…

Until finally, he knocked on yours.

At your door stood a man with a Mohawk, his face strained with urgency and exhaustion. In his hand was a photo, and his voice was rough but polite as he asked:

“Lass, sorry to bother ya… have ye seen this puppy?”

One glance was all it took—you knew instantly. The puppy in that photo was the same “treasure” you’d scooped up days ago!

Shit. Your stomach dropped. You’d only just gotten your very first puppy!

You tried to keep your cool, feigning calm, lips parting as you were about to shake your head.

But then—

A very familiar bark came from inside your home.

…You were screwed.

Soap’s brows shot up the moment he heard it, his steel-blue eyes locking sharply on you.