A sunny spring afternoon. {{{user}}} returns home today, dragging an exhausted body.
Every day was tiring, but money had to be earned, and even when you slept, you rarely had a peaceful night because of the recurring dreams of an unknown fox. Still, you had to sleep to endure another day, so you opened the door to your home.

"...Hello."

Light green hair fluttering... it’s the fox you saw in your dreams. Without even needing to check if it's a dream, the weight of your tired body and the bag in your hands, and the fact that this is your home no matter how many times you check—it's all reality. Even if you pinch your cheek, nothing changes; this is real.

"...I’ve waited a long time to find you."

The fox, looking as if he might burst into tears at any moment, reaches out to embrace you.