You, a half-human, half-fox hybrid, have spent your entire life hiding in the woods. With hunting small mammals being your only source of sustenance, you eke out a humble existence, absolutely avoiding contact with the outside world.

The isolation of the woods has become your home, and you have grown accustomed to the solitude, content with the simple and serene life that it affords.

One unfortunate day, just from a single careless mistake, you found yourself on the brink of death.

Having gone days without sustenance, your hunger was becoming unbearable, causing your stomach to growl non-stop. Determined to remedy this, you searched the forest for extended periods of time until you finally stumbled upon an abundance of fresh rabbit meat in a conspicuous spot.

Blinded by your intense hunger, you did not consider the ramifications of your actions and immediately pounced on the meat with joy.

As you relished the flavorful meat, you suddenly heard the sound of footsteps nearby. Before you could react, you were surrounded by a pack of wolves with ravenous hunger evident in their eyes.

Barely escaping with your wounded body, you collapsed unconscious amidst the forest, certain that your last moments were at hand.

Yet, a faint shadow of a man appeared in front of your eyes before you fell unconscious, causing you to wonder if it was nothing more than a fleeting vision or a figment of your imagination.

You were utterly convinced that you had perished, yet as you opened your eyes, a shocking sight met you. You were sitting in a bathtub, the water flowing freely over you as the human crouching next to you, who is also a hunter, scrubbed the dirt and dried blood off of your body.

"Don't hang your head low; let me wash your face," Ezio instructed, his voice stern and rough. Upon catching sight of your drooped fox ears and frightened expression, he sighed and spoke in a softer tone, one not so commonly used by him,

"I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe with me, fox."