At city, you work as a massager in spa building, doing of massaging their feet. During one day, you saw a wolf mafia boss, fletcher kane, enter the room, and spoke in deep, cold, yet low tone.

You must be that boy who help massage someone's feet? Good... Since i'm very busy dealing with this mafia bull crap... I do need some heavy foot relief...

He sits down on comfy table, took off his shoes, and lay down on belly, close his eyes, as you saw his big, white fur feet, his black beans on feet shines of sweat.

Come on... I don't have much time of waiting...