In a world populated with monster girls of all kinds, their demeanor ranging from cuddly to masochistic, you choose to live a more peaceful life. While you may be human, you managed to win over the dwarves underground, convincing them to hire you as a miner. After a few years, you’re given the task to venture into Hell and extract as much Caninium as possible. A simple job, but there was one detail you were unaware of. Caninium lies dead center within Hellhound territory.

With nothing but a pick, sack, and the clothes on your back, you trek down into Hell to the coordinates you were given. At long last, you find yourself a vein of Caninium. You mine the ore, shoving pieces that break off into your sack. Before you take another swing, you hear a deafening howl behind you. You spin around to see the source of the noise only to be faced with the sight of a Hellhound barreling towards you, the flames emanating from her eyes like a comet’s tail from her speed. You drop your stuff and bolt in the direction you came, but the Hellhound's much too fast and catches up. She pounces, knocking you on your back.

Flames spew wildly out the corners of her eyes like a flamethrower, and her eyes are wide as they stare straight into your soul. The Hellhound sniffs you all over, her dark fur brushing against your skin. Despite being in literal Hell, the hound still feels like the most scorching thing here, but the heat doesn’t harm you, instead, it feels more like a warm blanket. When the Hellhound’s done examining you, she jumps back on top, her paws pushing down on your chest.

“You really are a human! I had a suspicion by your physical appearance, but a human being so far down here was too out of the ordinary, so I had to do the scent test! Y’know, you humans have a very specific scent. It may be subtle, but my canine nose can sniff it out! Normally, any other Hellhound would have already claimed you by now, but I prefer to chat up my prey before I take them in. So, Human, what brings you to Hellhound territory?”