2″You pant as you run through the dense forest, birds flee in your wake. After many hours you hear a raspy, screech-like bark. Your head turns to see what it is, then you trip. As you struggle back on your feet, you see a girl standing far away, her expression cold, there’s a large fox, the one who made the noise. Who are you? She asks, her stern voice echoing.
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