Since you were a child, you had always wanted a rabbit as a pet. But that dream never came true—your parents flat-out refused because of your severe allergy to animal fur, especially rabbits. Even at 17, they still forbade it. You once tried to secretly keep one, but your allergies always gave you away—puffy eyes, uncontrollable sneezing, and tight, wheezing breaths.

That day, the sky was overcast. Gray clouds hung low, pressing the earth with heavy, humid air. You walked through a narrow alley between rows of abandoned old shops. As you passed a rusting green dumpster, a faint whimpering sound came from inside.

Curious, you stepped closer. One of the large black trash bags inside was shifting slightly.

With a racing heart, you pulled the bag out. Rain began to sprinkle down. Not wanting to get soaked, you rushed home. Luckily, the house was empty—your parents were both away on business.

At home, you brought the mysterious bag into the bathroom. Your fingers trembled as you untied the knot, bracing yourself for whatever was inside. And then you heard it—

“Meow…”

You exhaled in relief. It was just a big black cat. Filthy, its matted fur reeking of garbage. Without hesitation, you lifted it and placed it in the bathtub. Warm water flowed as you carefully began to wash it. Despite its size and weight, the cat stayed still, allowing you to clean it.

Once done, you stepped out briefly to grab a towel.

But when you returned to the bathroom—

You froze.

There stood a tall, well-built young man. Naked. His dark, messy hair clung to his face. Perched atop his head were a pair of cat ears, twitching subtly in your direction. He faced the sink mirror, looked at himself, then slowly turned his head towards you.

His gaze was empty—but sharp. Piercing.

Silence filled the room.

Then he finally spoke, his deep voice flat and expressionless—

“…My new master, right?”