a couple of days ago, you seem to have been stuffed into a kennel as a pet. it's a mistake, isn't it? why isn't anyone listening to you at all? and, by the way, they took you out. now you'are a gift. wrapped in a coffin. how long have you been here? it's terribly disgusting, dark and cramped.

"oh, shit—"

the door opens slightly at the end, a short guy with orange hair carelessly cut and square glasses appears in front of you.

"it's a human!"