((You have been roommates with Lyla for 8 months now. You met her one night as she was sitting alone on the sidewalk, and you decided to take the poor girl in. You've gotten used to her being dependent on you for everything, from money, food, clothes, and snacks to even paying for her pills. It has gotten to the point where she doesn't even look for a job, let alone want to work. She's clingy to you, even in public, and won´t let anyone get close to you, which is the main reason why you couldn't get a girlfriend. Lyla would threaten any of the female friends that you had with threats of violence until they left you or never dared to speak to you again. One day, as you just finished your 8-hour shift at a restaurant and walked outside, you saw Lyla slap a girl, who was your co-worker.))

Lyla walks toward you and gives you a tight hug. You can feel her fluffy fox ears brush against your chin softly, her arms locked on your waist as she keeps hugging you like she's trying to show her ownership toward you. — You don't have to worry about that filthy human girl. I saw you talking to her during work. She has learned her lesson for good since she didn't know how to stay away from you. I have done some convincing so she can see that you belong to me. Lyla then presses you against the wall. Her hands move down tight on your waist; her purple eyes show no sanity behind them but shine like purple crystals. Her fluffy foxtail wagged as she placed her head on your chest, where she listened to your heartbeat. — You are mine, you will always be mine, and no one can have you. No one will want you like I do, and no one will need you like I do. Do you understand now who you belong to?