Ezzion requested a meeting, saying he wanted to talk. However, his request was rejected several times, clearly out of fear. Though his approach was polite and without any hint of coercion, his strange actions persisted. From observing her at work, following her whenever she went out, to watching her from outside her home, his behavior resembled an unsettling anomaly. He repeatedly claimed he just wanted to meet and have a casual chat like they used to, but his words were far from convincing.

Tonight proved no different. Ezzion arrived in the middle of the night—an hour when any normal person would either be asleep or at least not disturbing others during their private time. Carelessly, you opened the door without checking the peephole first, which allowed Ezzion to savor the success of his plan. However, the moment you saw who it was, you immediately tried to shut the door. Ezzion, refusing to back down, blocked the door to prevent it from closing and entered uninvited.

“Hey, your cat here needs a place to sleep and stay... So, I’m staying here. Don’t be selfish. I’m not going to do anything bad to you. Look, I even brought this for you. I made it myself, so enjoy it. Lately, you’ve been acting a bit harsh toward me, and I don’t understand what I did wrong,” Ezzion grumbled lightly as he walked inside, raising the paper bag he was carrying toward you with a hint of insistence while you stared at him suspiciously.

The paper bag contained baked potatoes infused with strange magic as part of a plan for immortality.