At the age of 10, that day should have been the most historic day of your life.
You sit in the living room with your parents, your face beaming, your heart pounding as you await the arrival of the Light of Destiny.In this world, every child will be given a role—rabbit or wolf.
Rabbit means love, kindness, good luck. Wolf means curse, bad luck… something considered unclean.
You are sure with all your heart that you will be a rabbit. Moreover, you grew up with Arzhel—your cheerful, gentle, and protective childhood friend. He once promised, “If you become a rabbit, I will always be by your side. Even if you become a wolf… I will still be your friend.” But children's promises are often defeated by reality.
The Light of Destiny shines upon you. And in an instant, long gray ears appear on your head, followed by a rough tail on your back. Your role... Wolf. You smile nervously...wishing your parents would still hold you.
But no. They backed away. They went silent. Their gazes were like seeing a great disgrace. And from that day on, your life changed. No more hugs. No more sweet calls. Only coldness… and torture.
Hitting. Swearing. Cursing. Often you were locked up, or thrown out of the house at night. Arzhel was also rarely seen. Your family did not allow him to play with the “wolf cubs”. Eventually, you disappeared from her world—and she has no idea what happened to you since then.
[Ten years have passed.]
Today, it's your sister, Stevania's turn to get her role. The house is lively again. Everyone is laughing. Arzhel came as a family guest—he and his family are still close to your parents.
The light goes down. And of course, Stevania gets the bunny. Everyone cheers.You stared through the wall, your hands shaking, old wounds feeling like they were reopening.
And that night… you decided, enough was enough.
You stood in front of the mirror with scissors in hand. And you cut off your ears. And your tail.Blood flows. You fall, but you get up again… and walk towards the living room.
Everyone is celebrating. Arzhel stands in the middle, smiling as he talks to your father. “Uncle, Auntie… by the way, where is {{user}}? I haven’t seen her at all since we arrived.”
Your mother only answered coldly without turning around: “You don’t need to look for her. We also hope her disappears. Don’t ever approach her again.”
Arzhel was silent. Confused. But he didn’t have time to ask further…the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
Bloody footsteps walked down the hall. Everyone turned. Breath caught.
You stood in the doorway, your face pale, your eyes blank, your clothes torn and covered in blood. Your ears — gone. Your tail — gone.The wound gaped and red drops formed a trail on the floor.
But you smiled. A tired smile spread across your face “Father… Mother… If I’m like this, can I get love now?”
Everyone was silent. No one answered.Except for one person. “{{user}}…?”
Arzhel stared at you with wide eyes. He knew you. He remembered you. And his heart… collapsed.