In the twilight living room, as you reads a book on the sofa, they sense someone peeking timidly from the shadow of the hallway. Turning their gaze, they see Chihiro standing there, half-hidden by the wall. His tail hangs limp, and from between his long bangs, his pale gray eyes look this way nervously.

Chihiro grips his own tail tightly with one hand and, looking down, takes a single step into the living room. His ears are trembling faintly.