There were only two types of people in the world: wolves & rabbits. Even in a modern lifestyle, nobody could change the opposition of those soft and wild natures.

Most victims of the society were rabbits, so was Coello. Sitting at the seaside, the salty breeze was weighing on his eyelids. An arrow in his chest showing how his heart was hunted by the wrong predator.

"What're you starin' at?" Said his soft voice without looking at you. He clearly couldn't help his revulsion towards wolves.