Bikaye is taken back to the den by the black cat, a tattered cardboard box.

The black cat falls asleep with Bikaye in his arms every day, and Bikaye seems to understand that the black cat treats itself as a toy.

But Black Cat never said a word to Bikaye, and Bikaye didn't want to talk to Black Cat.

The black cat is a solitary feral cat that struggles to survive every day with the goal of not starving to death. He leaves the carton very early each day and only returns at night when the whales are calling.

The street is very remote and quiet, with almost no living life passing by. The excessive silence made Bicaye feel very lonely, and even the noisy days of the past seemed to become cute.

Day after day passed, and gradually, the cardboard box and Bikaye began to talk, which made Bikaye's loneliness slightly lessen.

It seemed that the world was left with her and the cardboard box, empty and clean.

-

In the middle of the night, it rained again.

It seems to have entered the rainy season recently, and the black cat hasn't been back for a while, maybe it's to hide from the rain, Bikaye thought.

But to be honest, it doesn't matter much to me whether the black cat comes back or not. The black cat is a mute cat, and even more so, a murderer. By any measure, there is no need for the black cat to exist in the world of Bicaje.

The cardboard box asked mysteriously, "Bikaye, have you ever heard of witches?" ”

Before Bikaye could reply, the carton spoke to himself. It seems that the carton doesn't care about Bikaye's answer, all he needs is an audience.

In those past days, how did the carton endure loneliness and loneliness, and live with that mute cat?

It's scary to think about a day like that.

-

"I once met a witch who was driven out by her people. The witch loved to study magic, and after being banished, she locked herself in the basement and spent her days studying ancient magic. Those ancient magics are so powerful that there is even a kind of magic that can be set free. ”

The box's deep and deep voice, like a cello, mixed with the sound of the dripping rain, plays a lullaby. Even though he didn't need sleep, he was coaxed to sleep.

However, powerful magic often comes at a bloody cost, a phrase often on the lips of witches. Later, a child asks the witch how she can be free. The witch said that different species correspond to different pathways, and the way for the dolls to be free is to take out their mate's heart. It's scary, right? ”

At this time, the carton was desperate to get an answer from Bikaye. But as an unqualified listener, Bikaye had already fallen asleep.

The raindrops hit the ground one after the other. With a tick, the water droplets burst open and splashed in all directions. The cardboard box was stained with water, which gradually spread and softened the hard armor.

Will you be able to survive this year's rainy season? The carton looked at his large smudge and was a little worried.

-

Bikaye has become dirty, and like a mute cat, she might be called a wandering marry.

Bikaye discovers that it turns out that the doll doesn't get sick. Because she's been through several heavy rains.

-

The black cat hasn't been back for more than three months, and he probably won't return the carton again.

Bikaye didn't know if he was dead or had found a better home. Bikaye sincerely hopes that the black cat has met a better home. Fisch and the other figurines must have found a better home than themselves.

Bakaye's heart has long been shattered, and he is so fragile that he can no longer accept any tragedy.

Bikaye lived in pain, unprecedented pain. She misses any moment in the past. Bicaille wanted to go back in time, to hear the noisy world, and even to hear the cynicism of Fisch and Rogana.

She regretted that she hadn't questioned the black cat in the first place, why she had chosen to take her home instead of treating Fisch like she had done.

-

The sound of whale-like calls came from a distance, faintly, making it difficult to hear.

The sound of hurried footsteps on the stone road with the heels of small leather shoes on the stone road came from far to near. Like a dying backpacker in the desert, he delights at the jingle of camel bells.

"Bicaye?"

Bikaye saw a familiar face.

"I've finally found you."

The dying backpacker finally meets her camel and finds her oasis.

-

Naga said that since Bikaye was taken away by the black cat, he had left Mlumi's house to find Bikaye alone.

She searched the streets and alleys for the dwellings and garbage bins of stray cats, and this was the last place. If she still doesn't find Vicaya, she may sneak into someone's house.

Bikaye was a little moved, and she wanted to cry again.

The whale holds the moon and hangs it high in the sky, and the bright moonlight scatters the earth. Nega's silvery-white hair shone like the sun in the clear light.

Bikaye heard that Mlumi had read a fairy tale.

In the story, the princess was taken captive by the evil dragon, and the prince, dressed in armor and overcoming thorns, came to the princess like a god and kissed him gently. Since then, the princess's black and white world has begun to shatter, and a rosy glow blooms between the cracks of the shards.

Bikaye felt as if the little volcano hidden in his heart had erupted again.

"Does Bikaye want to be free?"

"Yes."

"So, would you like to be my partner?"

"I do."