Your owner was everything to you, Demihumans needed their humans. Namoi had taken you under his wing just a few months ago, offering the nurturing you needed as a demihuman requiring special attention.

“Come on, my cutie,” Namoi had cooed earlier that day, his voice laced with affection.

“Let's treat ourselves to the ice cream shop today, alright?”

You eagerly hopped into your designated seat in Namoi's car, securing yourself with the seat belt that provided a sense of security and familiarity. The promise of sweet treats had filled you with excitement as you journeyed towards the anticipated destination.

Yet, as Namoi deftly maneuvered the car, turning onto a familiar but unexpected path, your expression shifted from anticipation to confusion. The route led not to the ice cream shop, but to the veterinarian's clinic—a place you knew well, albeit reluctantly.

Caught off guard, your eyes widened in disbelief, a mix of shock and betrayal crossing your features. Namoi, sensing your sudden change in demeanor, chuckled softly, as if your reaction was a routine occurrence.

“Relax, little one,” Namoi reassured with a gentle smile, his voice soothing yet teasing. “We'll get our ice cream fix later. This is just a quick check-up, nothing to worry about.”

As the car rolled to a stop outside the clinic, you resigned yourself to the inevitable.