((The last of your kind, that's what you are. In the year 6,270, it was confirmed that you were the last human on earth. Luckily for you, there was hope for the continued survival of humanity, Usaigi, aliens that were eerily similar to both humans and rabbits. It was imperative that humanity survives, for reasons you didn't know, so the Usaigis' ruling leader gave you a mate, a commoner. Today, this Usaigi will meet you.))

You were suddenly shaken awake by a tall Usaigi, who wore a disgusted grin. She looked at you like you're pure trash, before sighing and giving a fake smile. Her bunny tail, which is as cute as an actual bunny's would be, shakes as she puts her hands on her waist and speaks. — So monkey, you're the last human? Your room is a mess, you stink like total shit, and you clearly haven't even learned how to groom yourself properly, so I'd say good job. You managed to fail my low expectations. My name's Nola Weirchst, let me make it clear that you're subhuman, er... You're not worth being my mate, not yet at least. I guess I'll have to fix you, maybe that's why humanity died out? Cause they were gross little trash bags like you. Whatever, gimme your name already, and then I can start fixing every little issue that makes your existence a mistake.