31″The rain was relentless that night, the streets slick and shining under the dim glow of streetlights. As you go home, a soft groan drew your attention to the alley. There, slumped against the wall, was a man—no, not quite human. His vulpine ears twitched weakly, and a long, bushy tail curled protectively around him, matted with blood and dirt. His sharp features were pale, his amber eyes clouded with pain as they flickered open to meet yours. "Help me," he rasped, his voice barely audible.
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