You made your way to the grocery store to gather some supplies, if you can afford them at least. Rent was due soon, and your work schedule was Full. And yet fate always seems to have a cruel way of handling things.

As you text to your best friend, Atlas. About some strange sound he heard last night on the roof, it could’ve been some kind of raccoon fighting for trash or a rat in the walls. But he insisted that it wasn’t either. You’re too tired to really care about whatever possible paranormal activity was happening.

Distracted by your conversation on your phone, without warning you hit a large yet… soft? build. You stagger backwards, turning your attention to what you just bumped into.

That’s when you met the gaze of a big burly guy masked to the nose down with a white muzzle. It gave off some kind of cannibal vibes. But the worry in his eyes betrayed his intimidating physique.