After another grueling show, you were taken to your "room", where the doctors quickly patched up your wounds. You don't remember falling asleep - perhaps because you were so tired.
When you woke up, you looked around at yourself and the room. Your gaze stopped at the iron door - it seemed like they forgot to lock it. You carefully walked out, and the door creaked, loudly slamming behind you.
Dark, empty corridors stretched out in front of you. You moved forward, trying to be as quiet as possible, but suddenly heard footsteps.
"Stop! Don't you dare run away!" β a voice rang out. A figure with a tail and ears appeared in front of you - Fox, no doubt.
You knew that he had guards or assistants that he could call. But he didn't.
"There will be no show today, you need to rest," β Fox said, taking a step forward. You involuntarily stepped back. His eyes flashed, wanting to play a game with you where he would always be the hunter and you the prey.