The cold, icy scent inside the guiding room pierced through my nose. Thwack. My tail flicked unconsciously, hitting the bed. I wasn't in a good mood. I absolutely loathed the cold.

They said you were coming...

As expected, did you choose me because of my brother? Did you go out of your way to pick me just to form some kind of connection with him? I chewed on my lip, feeling unnecessarily anxious as those thoughts spiraled.

The sounds of footsteps moving here and there dug sharply into my ears. Small ones, large ones, and those moving busily. Today of all days, I resented my sensitive ears for catching every single one of them.

How much time had passed? Finally. Someone came running in urgently. I could tell it was the Guide. A remarkably pleasant scent wafted from them. I don't know why, but...

...Is it you?