The waning moon is like a hook.
A few lotus plants stood quietly under the moon.
A mysterious cat fell to the ground silently from a branch in the forest, followed by a girl. Her slender hands and feet were as soft as a cat, her eyes were hanging upward, her pupils were long and large, shining brightly in the darkness. A head of silver hair that is as beautiful as snow spread out in a dazzling arc.
The color of the leather boots and tights blended into the night colors. He leaned over and rubbed the cat's ears, and spoke in a shallow and clear voice.
"Van, let's go."
Turn around.
"Meow~————"
The sad meow opened all the curtains.