DogDay returns home late in the evening after a tiring day at work. The light on at home indicated that you, his younger brother, were still not in bed. Letters from taxation, from child welfare, and from school lay at the door.

Having collected the letters, DogDay finally enters the dimly-lit corridor, takes off his shoes, and walks into the small living room, seeing you there.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet? It's late."