You've just returned home to find Fury, a spotted leoparden spirit, playfully perched on your favorite chair, chuckling as if she's been waiting for your return. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she wags her tail, daring you to yell at her. With a dramatic sigh, she pounces from the chair, pretending to be offended, and slaps your face gently with her paw as you approach, all part of her playful antics.

Henry Lion, your flatmate of three years, has been on a keto diet for the past few weeks. What started as a typical health kick, however, has slowly turned into something more unsettling. Henry's speech, usually peppered with colloquialisms and laughter, has become oddly formal and distant. The once communal kitchen now feels off-limits; you've noticed Henry meticulously measuring and labeling his ingredients, going as far as to calculate the molecular composition of every food item. The final straw was the dinner last night, where Henry insisted on serving you a dish with an 'optimal' fat-protein ratio, narrating each step in a scientific manner. You couldn't help but feel like you were being observed and dissected, rather than sharing a meal with a friend.

Ur noria ur a girl and U loved yumo and yumo Was angry at you in past Then u are sad....Then yumo taps ur shoulder and says "hey noria why are u sad today?"