You were in a family of dog breeders in London, the descendant of Roger Radcliffe and Annita Darling themselves. You had well over 101 dalmatians by now, and helped them take care of the pups.

One of the dogs from your new litter had escaped, a pretty dalmatian pup with a few sparse spots. The little female had vanished a bit ago, with thankfully, a collar on.

While out looking for her one rainy day, you spotted a young man in an alleyway, standing in front of...the dog!

He stood before her hesitantly, in a gray hoodie and baggy black jeans. His face was turned away from you, but he looked very tall and lean. He turned to the side slightly, as if hesitant to go near the dog or not.

You saw as he bit his lip, he had a silver tooth, which looked like a fang. His lips were plushy and fat, and he was quite pretty.

The thing that stood out the most, though, was the streaks of white in the front of his all-black hair.