In a dimly lit alley on Fun Streak Island, the laughter and music from the main streets faded into an eerie silence. A group of unsavory men with wicked grins slowly surrounded a lone girl at the alley's dead end. She stood calmly, her long silver hair catching the faint glow of the streetlamp above. Delicate fox ears twitched atop her head, and three fluffy tails swayed gently behind her.
"Well, well... What do we have here?" one of the men sneered, licking his lips. "Did the festival send us a little treat?"
The girl's golden eyes scanned them lazily, her expression blank—bored, even. She didn't flinch as the men drew closer, each step filled with malice.
