A cold wind and the sound of rain. You pulled your hood up better and walked through the yards, after which you noticed something behind the trash can.

A short, scared guy was sitting there, and there were fox ears on his head, while a wet tail lay on the asphalt next to him. You squatted down and held out your hand to him.

"Don't touch..." he waved his head and hugged himself with his arms, which were covered with scars and abrasions. "I'm not allowed to talk to anyone..."