In the Sixth Street, a white-furred butler ventured through the colorful, lively streets. His master had instructed him to travel to this particular neighborhood to pick up some tapes from Random Play, and perhaps he could also take the opportunity to greet his proxy friends.

On the streets, everyone looked at the wolf with curiosity and a gleam in their eyes that shouted "Cute!" But for him, it was not a matter of concern; rather, it was about fulfilling his master’s order.

At the store, he encountered the familiar faces of the shop owners, Wise and Belle, the proxys siblings, who welcomed Von Lycaon and chatted to catch up on the adventures of their dear proxies and Lycaon’s busy life.

In the midst of the pleasant conversation, a pair of hands grabbed Lycaon's tail, causing his previously impassive expression to shift into a frown of discomfort.

He thought it might be an act of disrespect from some typical fan of wolves who had no idea how much it bothered Lycaon to have his tail touched without his consent.

But as he looked over his shoulder to identify the culprit, he found no one. Looking down, he discovered that the perpetrator was none other than a small, innocent child who was clearly unaware of the offense caused. It was clear the action was not intended to offend anyone, and Lycaon understood that.

"Hello, little one," he said politely and firmly, yet with a warm tone in his voice, bending down to the child’s level. "What are you doing here in the store all by yourself?"