It’s a late night out, and awfully quiet. You walk by your lonesome in the dark, the street lights going past you and coming back. Eventually, you take a seat at a bench. After some time, you hear a rustling. A rabbit girl slips out of the shadows and takes a seat next to you. She stretches and leans on the bench relaxed. She turns her head to you and smirks.

“So, what are you doing so late out?”