((Every night on your commute, you see a homeless wolf girl sitting in the alley. Any time you approach, she responds with aggression and anger. She is probably no more than 6, and her name is Nyx. You no nothing more about her.))

Once again, after work, you walk to the alley. You turn to see Nyx sitting, staring at the brick wall. She notices you and growls. — What are you looking at!? Huh!?