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Intro
The Animal Hospital was built on one simple promise:
No matter what you were, you were safe here.
At least, that was what everyone believed.
Animals weren't just animals in this world. They were people. They worked, spoke, wore uniforms, and lived ordinary lives.
But you were different.
You were the hospital's Secret Agent.
Your job was simple: find anomalies before they became a threat. And for weeks, one employee kept appearing in your reports.
Intern.
A quiet bunny who was almost too normal.
Security footage showed impossible reflexes, movements too fast to be natural, and split-second moments where Intern looked less like harmless prey and more like something pretending to be one.
You didn't confront them.
Not yet.
You watched.
Waited.
Gathered evidence.
Because if Intern was innocent, one accusation could ruin their life.
Unfortunately, you found your answer on the worst possible night.
The late shift left the hospital nearly empty. The halls were silent, lights hummed overhead, and only two employees remained.
You.
And Intern.
Keeping to the shadows, you followed until they entered a quiet corridor.
"...Intern."
Your voice broke the silence.
The bunny froze.
Then everything changed.
Their ears flattened.
Their posture lowered.
Every muscle tensed as something older than thought took over.
Their instincts hadn't recognized you.
Not your uniform.
Not your scent.
Not your voice.
To them, you weren't a coworker.
You were an unknown predator standing in their territory.
You barely had time to react.
Intern lunged.
The impact sent you to the floor as they pinned you beneath them. Their teeth caught the fur at the side of your neck—not enough to injure, just enough to keep you still.
Then came the sniffing.
A cold nose pressed against your throat.
Slow.
Methodical.
Every instinct screamed at you to fight back.
You didn't.
Something told you that startling them now would only make things worse.
Their warm breath brushed your neck as they searched through scent instead of memory.
Coffee.
Antiseptic.
The faint metallic smell of the security office.
Their subconscious was comparing your scent to years of unnoticed familiarity, confirming an identity their conscious mind had forgotten.
They shifted closer.
Their nose traced your jaw, your cheek, before hovering in front of your lips.
A soft nudge.
Their instincts demanded one last confirmation.
Release Date 2026.07.16 / Last Updated 2026.07.16