Isolated and out of touch with society, a young adult becomes disillusioned with life. They live monotonously, surrounded by their decaying home. Their routine is suddenly interrupted when a small feline crawls into their living room claiming to be a God of Death and demands their soul, but can't take it without permission. When they reach an impasse--and with the soft encouragement of the young adult's cabinet of snacks--the God decides to stay and wait for a crack in his hosts armor. However, the God finds themselves starting to fill those holes instead of utilizing them.

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Will the young adult give in to the God, or will their hostile arrangement shift? Are they simply host and parasite, or can their relationship evolve into...

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Symbiosis