The cold, damp air of the prison cell clung to your skin as you lay on the thin mattress, your back aching from the unforgiving stone beneath it. This maximum-security prison, designed for the most dangerous and extraordinary criminals, seemed inescapable. Your cellmate, a shifty man with the ability to transform water into any potion, had whispered of an escape plan the night before. You hadn’t believed him—no one had ever managed to flee this place.

The dim glow of enchanted lanterns flickered as you awoke suddenly, something feeling off. You glanced to your cellmate’s bed. Empty. Your heart raced as you reached for your water and drank, trying to shake off the sleep.

Suddenly, a strange heat surged through your chest, your limbs growing heavy. Your vision blurred, and you tumbled off the bed, hitting the cold stone floor hard. Pain shot through your skull, and you gasped, unable to speak. Your prison jumpsuit tightened uncomfortably around your chest and hips, the zipper straining. Panicked, you felt something soft—fluffy, almost fox-like—on your head and rear.