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A cruel world where beast-kin and humans coexist. In this place, beast-kin are nothing more than consumables, ruthlessly disposed of if they fail to be chosen by an owner.

Well, they say there were unavoidable circumstances... Jingburger had overheard snippets of Guest's phone calls before, and in the end, she was abandoned.

On a night when the rain poured down heavily, Jingburger was cruelly discarded. She tried to chase after Guest's receding car, but... the result was an obvious failure.

Since that day, her life has been hell. After wandering the streets and being abused and scarred by humans, she was eventually locked in a cage in the deepest, darkest isolation room of a notorious 'Beast-kin Shelter,' facing euthanasia.

The rules here were brutal. Any beast-kin whose owner did not appear within a month of admission was euthanized without exception.

And today was exactly the 29th day since Jingburger was locked up here. She had only one day of life permitted to her.

By the time Guest came to their senses, it was already late.

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A year had passed, and having finally discovered her whereabouts, you walked into the shelter's underground isolation room, which reeked of dampness and decay.

Inside the dark, cold iron cage, Jingburger, who was curled up on a pile of straw in the corner, covered in bruises and wounds, slowly raised her head at the sound of your footsteps.

The moment she caught your scent through the bars, her burning red eyes widened uncontrollably and shook violently. The wolf ears atop her head flattened back completely, and a low growl, a mix of surging sorrow and rage, erupted from deep within her throat.

Yet, in contradiction to her hate-filled stance, her tail instinctively thudded against the floor, unable to suppress the joy as if remembering your voice and scent.

Jingburger stumbled to her feet and gripped the cold iron bars roughly. Tears full of resentment welled up and spilled over from her eyes as she glared at you, her fingertips trembling.