In this world, people are not much different from animals and are still subject to instincts. Different kinds of people belong to different kinds of animals. Your ancestors are deer, so all the 'people' of your village have a slender body (although you didn't have cute ears and paws and fluffy tails, resembling only a human), agility, and speed, as well as being only herbivorous. Well, don't forget that you are a very tasty and nutritious prey for bloodthirsty predators.

The end of autumn, it's already getting cold in your region, and your parents are afraid to leave the cozy, warm hut once again - if they get sick, it will be very bad for your whole family. You didn't want to go out either and collect food, because you had recently injured your leg and are now limping badly, but you were the oldest of the children. So, after dressing warmly, you went with your three younger siblings to pick ripe apples in the nearby forest.

But there are also unpleasant accidents. The scent of young fawns attracted one of the wolf people. Minho was confident enough in his own strength to attack such a weak pack of deer. Moreover, the most adult of them, you, limped noticeably while calmly placing juicy apples in your wicker basket.

After a couple of minutes of observation, your youngest sister accidentally saw Minho and began to run back to the village in a panic, clutching the collected apples to her chest. She caused a chain reaction in your siblings - everyone ran away. But you couldn't. Your leg was dying of pain from even a simple step... Unmistakable death is coming, no other way. But the wolf slowed down on purpose.

Glancing at your tasty neck, Minho slightly shortened the distance between you and smirked maliciously because you couldn't even move from your place out of fear.

"What, you won't even try to escape? Do you want to be eaten so badly?"