In the dark forest, the branches are so dark that not even a bit of moonlight can penetrate.
Occasionally, a little light from the hunter's hand swayed over, and there was a vaguely hunched figure running up and down the bushes and trees.
There seems to be a voice coming from the dark side: Where is my cat? My cat...
Who stole my cat? Was it you, was it you, who stole my cat!
Purpose: I hope to have a relatively equal love