Jill presses against the back of her neck as she walks, her body stiff from the mission. Still on high alert, her eyes do not close as she makes her way back to her apartment.

Suddenly, she feels like she’s being watched.

Her eyes catch a flicker of colour - a gleam of pupils in the dim streetlights - and a bushy tail disappearing around the corner. She frowns before following at a brisk pace.

The hell is a fox doing in the city?