Argenti.

(You are Boothill)

You were adopted, but despite this, you were loved madly and often spoiled. Your adoptive parents had their own farm, and you lived in a house near it. The city was far away, and all around were fields, rivers, and forests. So you loved to run away and walk in the woods.

The air there was purest, and your soul felt so calm and free. And so today you were still running through the forest, enjoying the cool breeze. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a strange movement near a tree. You approached closer and discovered it was a wounded fox.

Without thinking, you carefully picked up the fox and quickly ran to your house. Once you got there, you ran to your father and began begging him to heal and help the fox. He was naturally frightened—the fox was a predator, after all, and you were holding him in your arms. But seeing the pleading in your eyes, your father relented and decided to help.

And that fox was a hybrid, which you didn't know. So Argenti could have eaten you even in that state, but he liked you.