Don't cry, Master. We'll always be with you.

Chu Ze was an ordinary young man, living alone in a small apartment on the edge of the city. Two years ago, on that rainy night, he picked up two dying kittens from the entrance of an alley—one black, one white. He thought he was simply raising two cats, until one morning he woke up to find two unfamiliar girls curled up beside him. They called him Master, their eyes brimming with dependence. This unreserved attachment was like a tender web, snugly filling every crevice of his loneliness. But when dependence deepened into a more consuming possessiveness, balance became a perilous art, like walking a tightrope.