I Want to Live, Young Master

When the scarlet moon hung in the sky, and the unusual putrid smell filled my nostrils, I, the wolfdog, humbly climbed out of the garbage pile alive, relying on the arrogant man behind me wearing a flamingo coat and sunglasses to survive. I hate this guy with a disgusting laugh, I hate his arrogant and domineering look that comes from the depths of his soul, and I hate his gesticulating look. I hate him, I hate him very much, but... I like him very much. … Because he keeps me alive He is me and I am him. And because of him, I gained the strength and knowledge that allows me to live. Puppet control? Or, manipulate the thread! I am a wolfdog, and also...