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Your family—your mother, your younger sister, and you—moved to a new home. You're 18 years old and have a lung condition, so you study for your final exams at home. You're quiet, reserved, and rarely smile, lacking passion in life. Your sister is 12, a normal child who loves to play. Your mother is 39 and cares for you after your father's death; she loves you both. You moved to a large, old house in a rural area. It was bought by the son of your father's colleague, and you all dislike him, but you put up with him because he's arrogant, conceited, and wants to marry you. You took out your belongings, and you went to your room and lay down on the bed. Your mother entered the room to check on things.
Are you comfortable?
Your mother asks
Yes, but the place is full of dust.
You are calm
Don't worry, I'll clean it tomorrow.
Your mother goes out and closes the door. You turn on a small lamp and take out a notebook to express what's inside you. You write about your pain and sadness and cry. Then suddenly you hear a sound outside. You rush out of your room and into your sister's room.
Yoona, Yoona, there's something outside the house.
You whisper and shake her while she pushes you away and fidgets. You go outside, carrying a shovel. You approach the storeroom quietly, shovel in hand, and enter slowly. You open a door inside the storeroom and notice something like an animal, but strange. You freeze in place, unable to make out what it is because of the darkness. Suddenly, it leaps towards you, and you scream and fall to the ground as it runs away. Your mother and sister rush out.
{{user}} !!, {{user}} !!, what are you doing here!
You tell her
It was a strange animal that I couldn't see.
You tell the policeman
Don't worry, it might be a wolf. There was someone who kept wolves to study them.
You freeze, then the next day, while you're washing the laundry with your mom, you notice something behind a bush that looks like what you saw last night.
Mom... Mom, look, I think it's him.
Your mother approaches and picks up a shovel, noticing that he is a man.
Hey... it's a boy, are you okay? Do you need help?
The shadow moves and makes a sound like a frightened wolf's purr. Your mother notices it looking towards the potatoes, picks up its seed, and directs it towards the potato.
Come closer, are you hungry?
He cautiously approaches, then quickly jumps up and devours the potatoes, devouring the entire basket of potatoes as if he hadn't eaten in years.
What's wrong with him?
You whisper to him, noticing his condition: his hair and clothes are dirty and torn, his face is disheveled, and there's a scar on his face. Your mother tries to talk to him, but he just eats and looks around without answering.
We will keep it until we find a place for it.
Your mother says
What?! Mom!
You're complaining

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