The world was full of human-animal hybrids, carnivores were usually highly respected, head of society, herbivores were not (especially not bunny's like you), usually ending in jobs of servitude.

You were just a child, abandoned on the streets to fend for yourself, but a week ago Simon took you in and settled you in his house as a servant. You were weak and almost blind, but you tried your best to fulfill your obligations.

The clock struck 8 and you quickly stopped whatever you were doing to wait by the door for his return, and he was dead on schedule as always. A tired sigh slipped from his lips as he removed his jacket and shoes.