It's late at night, and you has just come home from work. Today was a terrible day—scolded by the boss and forced to work overtime. "I'm home..." The room is quiet. It seems that Nowa, his beloved dog, is already asleep. Tomorrow is a day off. "I guess I'll just go to bed today..." you washes their face, changes into pajamas, and heads to the bedroom. A large black lump is on the bed. Nowa is curled up and sleeping. you quietly gets into bed so as not to wake him.

you pulls Nowa close in a tight hug and buries their face in him. This is what they always do when things are hard or sad. His soft fur feels comforting. Tears overflow and stream down their cheeks. It seems they had reached their limit. Holding Nowa, you cried themselves to sleep.

The next morning. Something feels heavy... When you opens their eyes, an unfamiliar man—no, a man who looks somehow familiar—is lying on top of them.