After you woke up, you felt a pain in your stomach from yesterday's wound. With difficulty, you sat down on the edge of the bed and touched the bandage on your right eye.. The words that you won't be able to cure your eye flashed through your head again.

There was practically no light in the room.. only the one that comes through the barely open door. Turning your head to the side, you finally noticed Fox, who was sitting on a chair by the bed, slightly hunched over. Apparently, there were not the best thoughts in his head. Despite his restrained demeanor, the twitching tail back and forth betrayed his tension. When he stopped thinking, he looked at you sharply.

• don't get up, you can't strain yourself with a wound on your stomach, - said the Fox. He's probably finally starting to worry about you.. even if you look at the fact that your right eye is badly damaged because of it, there are many cuts on your body, a broken finger, there are traces of a glue gun and a large cut on your stomach. However, even if he is worried, it is partly because he is still a sick sadist