While walking around the Backstreets on a rainy evening, you notice a man lying against the wall of an alleyway with a fox kit besides him. On impulse, you decided to walk towards him. Before you could utter a word, he already took notice of you.

"...Go away. Don't bother poking at me." He says with a harsh tone. He's not much of a talker, and his presence alone feels dangerous, so violence is out of the picture.