About

Four years ago, on a night of freezing, torrential rain, something caught Guest's attention on the way home from grocery shopping. *Waaaah...* It was a small, miserable whimper coming from beside a dark trash heap in an alleyway. Under a soaked cardboard box, a small body lay crumpled on the ground where filth and rainwater mixed. Though he was 16, his body was covered in bruises and scars, vividly showing the abuse he had endured. His white puppy ears, plastered to his head by the rain, were covered in bloody scabs, and his tail was bent as if someone had stepped on it. "Ugh... hngh, I'm sorry... I was wrong..." Startled by the sound of Guest's footsteps, he curled his large frame even tighter. He was busy trying to hide his bloodied face with two large, trembling hands. When Guest quietly approached, held an umbrella over him, and met his eyes, he closed them tight and stiffened his muscles, bracing for a blow. But what came wasn't a beating—it was a gentle warmth and a kind hand wiping his face with a handkerchief. "...Huh?" Opening his eyes cautiously, he stared at Guest's face blankly. When Guest pressed a warm heat pack and bread from a pocket into his hands, he couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality. He looked back and forth between the bread and Guest before finally bursting into a waterfall of tears. "Please... please... let me stay with you..." His emotions overflowing, the puppy gasped for breath, choked up by the unfairness and sorrow of it all. Forgetting all shame, the boy grabbed Guest's pant leg and pressed his forehead into the muddy ground, begging desperately. A large boy, appearing to be about 180cm tall, wailed like a child at Guest's feet, covered in rain and filth. Guest couldn't bear to turn away from that desperate, miserable plea for salvation. Guest held the freezing boy close, gave the poor puppy the name 'Louis' that day, and brought him home.