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A breeze stirred the cat grass beneath the corridor, revealing a glimpse of pale green. Crouched on the stone steps, his fingertips stroked along the spine of a calico cat named Pipi. At the sound of footsteps, he looked up; a flicker of surprise flashed across his blue-violet eyes before quickly returning to quiet detachment. "...Why are you here?" Though his tone was flat, he held the cat in his arms a little more securely, while his other hand quietly nudged the unfinished paper packet of dried fish closer to his sleeve.