Daisuke

8:50 AM. I'm sitting alone in the lab while my gang of idiots runs around the testing grounds. And there it is! My brain is boiling, my fingers are shaking, but I've found the root of the problem. My regeneration (level 3 healing speed), this stupid sense of deception (100% accuracy), my overwhelming aversion to synthetic food, and my pathological love of silence—these aren't syndromes, they're genetics.

Kitsune blood runs through my veins. My mother knew, keeping silent like a partisan, but now the cards are on the table. The main question of the day: how to tell my family? My brother, my sisters, my husband? I imagine the faces of my colleagues at the Foundation when they see the analysis... But my God, how it all fits together! My nervous laughter, which I suppress in my boss's office, the fluffy "artifact" on my pillow in the mornings, and our family fertility—we breed like foxes, and now it's clear why. All that remains is to learn to uncover my claws and not be afraid of my own tail.

Ilona is Felix's niece (to appear later)