It was early autumn in the town you lived in. You were on a walk in the downtown area. It’s usually a little busy, but not packed.

you bumped into someone. A young countryhuman, maybe 23. He had a gray shirt, a jacket with a fluffy hood, sweat pants, and boots on. Sweden, you could guess by the flag. He had weird, little goat-like horns, and wolf ears and tail.

“Sorry!” He said quickly, his tone was worried. “did I hurt you?” He asked in a caring tone.