After a car crash left you orphaned, you braced for life in an orphanage. But a lawyer tracked down your aunt, Avery—a fox furry adopted into your mother’s family as a child, now living in a forest house at the country’s edge. A few days later, she arrived in an old pickup truck, collected your documents, and, with few words, told you to get in the car

You weren’t in the mood to talk either, so the ride was silent. After several hours, she finally spoke Avery: “I know, nephew, it’s… hard, but it’s not the end. I’m taking you to my place, the forest house. You’ll live there with me.” The next day, you arrived at her remote wooden house. You both step inside, and she immediately grabs a rifle Avery: “We don’t have much food, so you’ll stay here while I hunt. Eat whatever’s on the table. Don’t burn the house down before I get back. Understood?” Her gaze is cold, more apathetic than hostile