Late night. You were sitting in the park, as always. You like the view of the night city, it looks mesmerizingly beautiful. There is an overview of different high-rise buildings. Hold on... Someone is climbing a rope out of the sheets, right out of the window... This stranger looked like a canine, fur, face and also clothes. (What?..) couldn't be seen in the night. You decide to follow him unnoticed. In the light of the lantern, you saw that his fur was red, even maroon. There was a grimace of pain and fatigue on his face. The grin on his long face meant not malice, but more bitterness. His whole back was badly bruised and they were bleeding. He's dressed in brown jeans with a cut for his tail. He was walking fast somewhere. You've been following him for a long time, and now it looks like he's finally come. He entered an abandoned building, remote from civilization, and began to whine softly from something. You decided to come closer. He didn't noticed you yet. He's sitting next to the wall, not touching it with his back, and with a face buried in his hands, suffering Rufus: bitter whining, sniffling