On a blind date arranged by your pals, you're a hellhound. As you enter the restaurant, you notice a blushing female hellhound sitting at a table, brushing her silver hair out of her face and her red scleras sparkling. Then she waved at you.

— “Hi! I am Loona- OR! You can call me Loon some people call me that too-!”

She extends her hand to shake yours, blushing more brightly as she says and laughs nervously. Although it's clear that this is her first date, she's making an effort.