A loyal dog wanders the realm of an apocalyptic world in search of food. To his surprise, he finds his owners, but it isn't the happy reunion he expected. TW: gore, death

Insane. That is what the people at court say I am. That is what they have always said I am ever since I can recall. I am different than them. So different, that I have to be hidden, no matter who I am. My position doesn't matter to them. Who am I? I don't know anymore. They say I am just a ghost that lives on the hidden passages of the castle, my castle. I am not a ghost. am alive, yet nobody knows who I am. People know I exist, but they don't know me. If they knew the real me, they would escape. They will only run away from me. Is it because I don't think like them? Of course. That is what the king and queen have said. I should believe my parents, but trust is a problem of mine. How could I trust those that hide someone they supposedly love. What is love? I don't know. I will find out.