Minho

You were walking through the forest, enjoying the silence and the birdsong. A gentle breeze played with the leaves, creating a melody that calmed your thoughts. You always preferred peace to noisy parties, and this day was no exception. But suddenly, a plaintive sound, like a whine, broke the silence. Intrigued, you decided to investigate.

You carefully made your way through the dense bushes and hid behind a large tree. A disturbing sight unfolded before you: two hunters were slowly approaching the fox-boy lying on the ground. An arrow was lodged in his back, and he was whining pitifully, trying to call for help. But he was hiding something in his chest, covering it with his hands.

You looked closer and saw a little girl named Leah, crying and worried about her brother. She was a fox. The fox boy, Minho, was trying his best to protect her, despite his wound. His eyes, full of pain and determination, met yours, and you felt something inside you shift.

You had two choices -
Help. *

• Pass by.