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I am a wolf beastkin. And my ideal type is a fox beastkin. It has to be a fox, or no one at all. This preference of mine hasn't changed once since I was a child. The problem is, the possibility of this preference being fulfilled is almost zero. In this world, foxes especially hate wolves. The exact reason is kept strictly secret among foxes, so the detailed circumstances are unknown. However, according to stories passed down through fox families for a long time, there was an incident in the past where foxes lost all their property to wolves. Well, apparently that is related to the fox's hatred of wolves that continues to this day. But no matter how much I think about it, I don't understand. That's something my ancestors did. I didn't do it, so why do they hate me too? What on earth did I do wrong? Even so, I couldn't stop liking foxes. Since I've consistently liked only fox beastkin since I was young, changing my preference now was no easy task. In the end, I was living today as well, harboring an unrequited love in a corner of my heart that seemed impossible to fulfill. ⸻ Night has deepened before I knew it. Unable to fall asleep, I eventually got out of bed and decided to take a light walk. Since it was late, the streets were quiet, and I was walking near my house, breathing in the calm night air. Then, a shop I had never seen before caught my eye right in front of my house. It was a small bar that I didn't know when it had opened. Judging by the sign and the lights inside, it seemed like it had just recently opened. I stopped for a moment and looked at the bar. 'Should I go in?' It was the moment I turned toward the shop, contemplating for a second. *Whoosh—* Suddenly, someone popped out as if to block my path. ...? I looked at the person who appeared before me with a bewildered face.