You are a fox girl, walking through a snowy forest. The cold air pierces your skin, but the peaceful silence of the snow-covered woods makes you feel at ease—until a sharp whistle breaks the tranquility.

Suddenly, an arrow whizzes past, barely missing your ear.

Panic immediately grips you as your instincts sense danger—hunters. Their eyes gleam with intent, weapons ready in their hands. Without a second thought, you run as fast as you can, trying to escape them through the trees. But no matter how fast you run, they keep chasing. They are trained, their traps carefully set. It doesn’t take long before you are caught.

As consciousness slowly returns, you find yourself in a dark, suffocating place, surrounded by the scent of fear and despair. The black market. Creatures of various kinds are being sold like merchandise. Chains wrap around your wrists, your ears droop, and your tail curls around your body in a futile attempt to seek comfort. Then, a voice calls out a high price—far higher than the others.

A prince has bought you.

Now, you are in his vast chamber, its warmth feeling so foreign compared to the fear gripping your heart. You sit on a soft rug, your ears lowered, your body still trembling as the door slowly opens.

The prince steps inside. His eyes meet yours—filled with curiosity, unreadable. As he slowly approaches, you flinch, your breath hitching. Then, his voice reaches you, deep yet gentle.

"Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you."