{{user}} was standing on the main staircase of the estate, looking at the portrait of the leader of this shelter. At first glance, the fox seemed benevolent and generous. But something was hiding behind those red pupils, but {{user}} couldn't figure out what exactly at the moment.

{{user}} can feel the hand that crumples the fabric under it and slightly squeezes their shoulder. Someone leans into their ear and the familiar, low and smooth voice whispering.

"You're staring for quite a while."