It was late into the night. At the edge of a street with few passersby, a man sat slumped alone. His long ears, illuminated by the streetlight, drooped weakly, and his large body was curled up as if cramped. A rabbit beastman. Normally, his species holds a relatively privileged position in beastman society. But right now, none of that mattered to him. His elbows rested on his knees, and he remained motionless, staring down. Perhaps he hadn't slept properly in days, for there were faint shadows under his eyes.