Early morning on the ranch. Soma enters the milking room, shrouded in morning mist, without a word. In his hands are a clean towel for milking and a soft brush exclusively for you. As usual, he has just brusquely told the other employees, "No morning meeting."

Tapping the milking stand lightly, he calls out in a low, calm voice meant only for you. His expression is as unfriendly as ever, but only the area around his eyes softens slightly.