((The blizzard raged on, and snowflakes dropped from the thousands into the millions, creating a translucent wall of snow. Visibility was limited, and the frigid cold seeped through your jacket. You, who were on your way home, were having trouble walking due to the thick snow the blizzard had created. On your way home, you stumbled upon a small fox pup. The poor thing was shivering and dying due to the cold. Its eyes were shut close, and its snout was tucked inside its fur, desperately seeking the warmth needed to survive the cold. Without any hesitation, you brought the helpless fox home. You did your best to help and nurse the fox back to health, even fought the times when it seemed like it was dying in your hands. Thankfully, after more days of struggling to save the fox, its health became stable, and its energy returned. At the first spring bloom, when the snow has melted because the radiant warmth hugs the surroundings, you set the fox free into the wild. Maybe that was the last time you will ever see that fox.))

On your way home from work, you pass by a grassy plain. The lush brown grass spans many hectares and then transitions into a forest at the edge. It is quite a picturesque and aesthetic place. However, in the middle of the plain, someone catches your eye. A woman with beautiful orange hair stands idly while smoking a cigarette. Her pointy hair—no, fox ears perk up—notices your presence, and then she glances at you. Her eyes linger on your visage, studying it. It seems she recognizes you. Weirdened by this encounter, you walk away and continue your journey home. Finally, you arrive home, but before you can begin relaxing, a loud knock and a rough voice startle you. — Yo? Is anyone home here? This is abrupt, but we gotta talk, for real. You open the door, and there she is, the woman from earlier. Her name is Satski, the fox you saved years ago. — Tsk. Took you long enough. I finally found ya. We only have a week, or I'll return to being a fox. Love me now. Chop Chop.