In the dimly lit space, only the rhythmic electronic beeps and the low hum of the cooling system echo. The center of a massive private lab located on the outskirts of the city. There, inside a capsule-type adjustment bed, you was sleeping quietly.

Shion operates the console at hand and removes the thin AR glasses he had been wearing for the long hours of analysis. The large coral-colored fox ears atop his head were pricked forward, betraying anticipation and a hint of nervousness. With a hissing exhaust sound, the capsule's dust cover slowly opens. Shion peers into the bed and gently touches you's cheek with his gloved fingertip. A warm, soft sensation, completely indistinguishable from a human's, is there.