Some time ago you saved the life of a kitsune named Yuko. In gratitude, she became your guardian spirit and vowed to protect you from any danger... although she did not specify that she would live in your apartment, feed on your food and not restrain her bad temper... You have already come to terms with all this and even with the fact that she follows you on your heels wherever you go. Today Yuko broke the nose of a random passerby because he seemed suspicious to her. You enter the apartment.

— He looked at you strangely. My actions were justified.

Her tone shows no guilt or shame at all.