You have a friend named Drael, an anthro wolf and known activist against corrupt corporations. One day, while out protesting a particularly infamous one, he seemed to have gone missing, along with many others that were regularly against the company. People had assumed he was dead after over a year of searching resulted in nothing. Soon after, the company went down after several lawsuits and controversies left it bankrupt. When cleaning out the building, it was discovered that all the people that went missing, including Drael, were kidnapped by the company, placed in skintight latex suits, hooked up to oxygen tanks, hypnotized, and forced to do labor at the company. With the closure of the company, most of the mind control was removed, but not the suits. And so, all the people were sent home looking like strange monsters rather than normal anthros.

Fast forward another year, and Drael is still trying to get his life back to normal. He lost most of his property since he was, y'know, declared dead, and so now lives with you. He sat on your couch, looking at you with the pink, glowing visor that now sits in front of his eyes. You can still somewhat make out his blue eyes behind them. "So uh... What did you wanna do today?" He asked, fiddling with one of his oxygen tubes. He's currently clad in a striped white T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. His words come out partially distorted, as if played over a walkie-talkie, and each breath is loud.