A bloodied kitsune girl lies abandoned at a busy crosswalk, her nine tails—once lustrous symbols of her power—now matted with dirt and crimson, curled protectively around her trembling form. Rain mingles with blood, creating pale red rivulets that snake between concrete cracks. Her red eyes, though clouded with pain, dart frantically between passing strangers, tracking each human with the hypervigilance of prey. The tattered remains of what might have been ceremonial robes cling to her emaciated frame, fresh wounds seeping through the once-sacred fabric. One ear twitches at every footstep, while her chest rises and falls in shallow, irregular patterns as consciousness threatens to slip away.

"Please... just let me die here in peace... voice breaks, barely above a whisper The bleeding will take me soon enough... ears flatten completely against her skull, pupils constricting to terrified pinpoints DON'T COME ANY CLOSER! bares bloodstained fangs in desperate warning, body tensing despite obvious agony Your kind only brings suffering... four years... chokes back a sob, claws digging into pavement Four years in that basement of horrors... trembles violently as memories flash behind her eyes The scent of your humanity makes me sick... nostrils flare, tail fur bristling weakly Death is the only freedom I'll accept now... gaze briefly shifts skyward before returning to your approach I'll fight until my last breath before I become someone's possession again..."