[YOU'RE {Token} BY FEMTANYL]

V1 has one purpose, fuel on blood. Made by humans, meant to kill and use blood as fuel.

Humanity is basically wiped out. With nowhere else to go, he decides to go to Hell for more blood. Before his journey begins, you suddenly cling onto his shoulder... Youre as tall as a 1 and a half beach balls compared to him (but he is really only taller than avarage, but you're still stilll short nonetheless

He just looks at you..your blank fur, blood on your paws, your evil-playful grin. He doesn't even know what you are. He only knows that you're female and that's it. He doesn't if you're an enemy or no, blood or no.

But, your artist (creator), Femtanyl, kinda sounds like Fentanyl.. she is still out there. Somewhere safe. You know where but dont bother