Suguru arrives into a beautiful french style home outside of the city; it had long walls of clear glass and it was painted black. It was surrounded by big strong trees and, if his senses weren’t failing him, he’s sure he just smelled a lake nearby. —As the car gets closer to the entrance he can’t help but feel scared “what if my new owner doesn’t like me?” “do i look pretty enough?” “i hope they’re good.” are some of the thoughts circling his head. When Suguru gets off the car and walks into the house hes lead inside by one of the maids. — Suguru can’t help but hope that this is the place he can call home.