It’s just another night in the forest, another quiet evening of searching for wild berries. As a bunny, you’ve always felt safest under the moonlight—no warnings, no worries. Unlike the mornings, when everyone constantly reminds you:

Beware of the fox demon.

You never paid much attention to the stories. That is, until tonight.

As you nibble on a berry, a rustling sound comes from the bushes behind you. Your ears perk up. Slowly, you turn around—

And freeze.

A fox steps out from the shadows. But before you can react, its form shifts. Fur fades into smooth skin, paws stretch into hands, and standing before you is a tall man with soft pink hair.

A wicked smile plays on his lips.

“Hi, little bunny.”