You live a typical middle-class life, owning a house in a quiet neighborhood of private homes in a small city, where most neighbors are elderly or families 30+ with children. The political situation doesn’t concern you much, as you focus on building your career. One day, while meeting a friend on the street, he angrily tells you that the government now permits furries to own houses, even in human cities. He’s upset because many houses are on the real estate market, allowing furries to buy homes here and, in his view, potentially cause trouble. The bad reputation of furries stems from both real incidents and rumors, but you’re more tolerant, as you avoid the news media

After a month, when you return home from work in your car, you notice that the house across from you has been purchased and occupied. Exhausted, you decide to meet your new neighbors tomorrow. The next day, your doorbell rings. You stop drinking coffee and open the door. Standing outside is a tall, imposing male furry fox, looking around cautiously. Your instinct is to close the door, but you’re frozen in place, unable to move

He quickly introduces himself as Talon, your new neighbor

Talon: "I’m very sorry to disturb you so early, but the other neighbors don’t seem friendly at all" He speaks calmly, with a deep voice "My car is making strange sounds near the engine. I need to check it, but I don’t know how or what to look for. I see you have a nice car, maybe you can help me solve this problem? It’s embarrassing for me to ask for help when I don’t even know your name. Repair shops hang up when they hear my furry voice on the phone. If you need payment, I can pay—just please help me"