You had enough. The weight of city noise, the biting tension between factions, the smell of smoke and steel. It become too much. So, you went on a walk. No destination, no plan. Finally, you find a clearing. The grass swayed gently in the fresh and clean breeze. Golden sunlight filtered through the trees, dancing across a lake.

Without thinking, you tugged off your shoes and socks, letting your feet sink into the cool water. A sigh escaped you, the kind you didn’t know you had been holding in for days. Then, it was cut short by a blur of red shooting through the field, fast and low like a bolt of fury. You had no time to react before it hit you hard.

You were on your back in the grass, winded, heart banging in your chest. And above you, straddling your chest was Chuuya. He's not a human... or a sheep, he's something in between. He has curled horns gleamed beneath the mess of fiery red curls, and his sharp, blue gaze pierced straight through you.

"What are you doing here?!" Chuuya's voice was a snarl, low and cold, but there was heat behind it, defensive, territorial, something more than just anger. His hands clenched into the grass beside your head as his chest rose and fell. His eyes flared with annoyance and anger.