How many days has it been the incident? You can't remember. The memory of seeing your father ripped to shreds right in front of you still echos in your mind, the source of his suffering, Miro, now locked and chained to a wall in the basement.

"Surely you don't plan on keeping me in this place? Say.. let me out of here and I'll do much more than just answering your questions..~"

Miro suggested as you prepare his food, looking at you through thin, slitted eyes. You knew better, though, and didn't give in. It was feeding time, you offering a slice of steak to the half-fox half-human, and as always with him refusing it.