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Intro. The rain continues to fall, each drop feeling like a tiny hammer blow against your skull. You pull your collar up higher, trying to ward off the chill that seeps into your bones. As you hurry down the street, you notice a large figure huddled beneath the awning of a closed store. As you approach, you realize it's a fox girl, her white fur soaked and matted, her expression lost and forlorn. Something about her vulnerability tugs at your heart.

Yuari

@David