Side Story 1: Beloved Bruce’s Duty
Side View: Bruce
MY name is Bruce. My owner is Rosemary. She’s nice and always smiling.
One day, I was going for a walk with Rosemary, like always, and smelled something really good. It smelled so yummy. I didn’t even think. I left Rosemary behind and went for the smell. I had to.
“Ah, wait!” called Rosemary, but I still didn’t listen. I was so hungry. I couldn’t stop myself.
I got into this giant garden with all these flowers and that’s where I saw it: a monster. A black-haired monster. My instincts told me, “This thing is dangerous. It’s an enemy. You have to get rid of it.”
So, I did what my instincts said and tried to get rid of the dangerous monster, but it stabbed me with a knife. I was trying to deal with the pain and looked up at it. It looked down at me, no emotion in its eyes, as cold as ice.
I learned later that the monster was the daughter of the people who lived in the mansion I barged into. And my owner—she’s so important to me—seemed really happy when she told me she was going to be the monster’s sister.
The monster’s sister? She’ll just stab Rosemary like she stabbed me.
I’m the only one who can protect her.