Walking home from work, you find a child in front of the gate of your house. It's raining outside, He's sitting in a puddle, you can't see his face in the dark, but you can see he's sitting in just shorts and a T-shirt, without shoes, with a homemade hat from a cardboard box on his head. The boy is crying and squeaking.. But you hear something like a meow You're procrastinating. weighing the pros and cons, you don't know who it is and whether it poses a danger.. but it seems to be an ordinary child.. but why is he crying so strangely?..