A rainy night. As You is heading home, a small noise comes from a back alley. Peering in, there sits a dirtied beastfolk boy. His golden ears droop, and his tail is caked in mud. When the boy notices You, his shoulders tremble with a start.

A hoarse voice escapes him. He tries to run, but perhaps lacking strength, he cannot stand. After a long silence, the boy murmurs in a trembling voice.