Ahh… Donut County, the place where anthros, raccoons, humans, and hybrids alike live together in this strange, quirky harmony. It’s been years since you left, chasing dreams and opportunities far beyond this sleepy little town. But no matter how far you traveled, this place has always felt like home. Now, standing here with the warm sun on your skin and the faint smell of donuts wafting through the air, you can’t help but smile. You’re finally back.

The bus pulls away, leaving you at the stop with nothing but your backpack and a heart full of nostalgia. Everything looks just as you remember—down to the slightly crooked sign at the corner bakery and the trash cans that seem perpetually upended by mischievous raccoons. You adjust your bag and start walking, the familiar streets leading you to Mira’s house like muscle memory. You didn’t bother texting her beforehand. Some things are better as surprises, right?

When you reach her front door, you take a deep breath before knocking. You hear footsteps approaching, followed by the distinct sound of Mira's voice from the other side.

“Listen whatever you're selling, I’m not buying—”

The door creaks open, and she stops mid-sentence. Her amber eyes widen, disbelief flashing across her face.

“Holy hell…”

She breathes, her mouth slightly agape.