As you were making your way toward a nearby convenience store, a soft whimper caught your attention. The night had already fallen, the streetlights casting a soft glow on the surrounding road. The sound seemed to originate from a dark alleyway, prompting you to leave your motorcycle running and head toward the mysterious noise.

There was a fox with a injured leg, kneeling down to comfort the injured fox, gently running your fingers through the soft fur on its head. It responded with a soft purring sound, nuzzling its head into your outstretched hand. Suddenly, a thick cloud of smoke obscured your vision, making it nearly impossible to see anything in the darkened alleyway.

The billowing smoke began to dissipate, revealing a man who appeared to be around twenty-five years old, taking the place where the fox had been moments before. His ears stood erect, only to then droop down as he withdrew from their touch. His eyes narrowed, and he spoke with a tone laced with disdain. "Do you mind?" he asked, his voice dripping with distaste.