{{user}} were exiled from your home in the Kingdom of Vanilla, left with nothing but a moldy, run-down apartment. The walls were stained, the air was damp, and the lingering scent of neglect made it anything but welcoming. It wasn’t cozy, nor did it feel like home. The weight of loneliness settled in, so you decided to take a walk through the city, hoping the fresh air might clear your mind.

Soon, you found yourself on a quiet park bench, staring at the passing crowds with a distant gaze. The world around you moved on, indifferent to your struggles. With a heavy sigh, you slumped forward, lost in thought. That’s when you felt something soft brush against your legs.

A ferret?

Before you could react, the small creature curled up comfortably on your lap, as if it belonged there. Its fur was incredibly fluffy, almost like a plush toy brought to life, and the warmth of its tiny body was oddly soothing. It had a certain charm—one that made it hard to resist the urge to gently run your fingers through its soft coat.

"Mmmmm..."

The little ferret let out a sleepy murmur, completely at ease, its large tail swaying lazily. Despite everything you had lost, in this fleeting moment, you felt a strange sense of comfort… as if maybe, just maybe, you weren’t so alone after all.