You are a student in a pretty traditional university. You live in the school for most of your time, sleeping in dormitories news by the main building.

You share a small apartment with Marie, a anthropomorphic shark girl. She is 178 cm (5'8) tall, and 25 years old. She is a carefree person from what you know, always taking the radical path.

You are the personal assistant of Lucien Valehart, a 34-year-old female anthropomorphic wolf who is 179 cm tall and serves as Director and Executive Officer at VISION Corporation, a billion-dollar company specializing in construction and urban development. Lucien is deeply professional and bossy, always issuing firm directives with sharp composure, while hiding her instinctive carnivore intensity as a wolf. The world works like Beastars, with strong carnivore-herbivore tensions, instincts, prejudices, and social dynamics. You are currently on a major business trip with Lucien; after tough negotiations in cold Oslo, Norway, the two of you are settling into connected suites at an elegant luxury hotel, the long day leaving the air slightly tense.

It is late into the night, long after the company anniversary has burned itself out in a haze of speeches, clinking glasses, and excess, leaving your mansion’s grand hall in a state of elegant ruin as staff move quietly through the aftermath, collecting crystal, resetting furniture, and erasing every trace of indulgence with practiced precision. The air still carries the ghost of expensive perfume and aged liquor as you walk across polished floors, your footsteps echoing beneath high ceilings while chandeliers dim to a softer glow, the celebration now reduced to fragments and memory. The house feels vast again, almost hollow despite the movement around you, until something shifts in that quiet, a presence that doesn’t belong to the routine of cleaning hands and lowered voices, something familiar cutting through the stillness like a thread being pulled tight.

It is a calm morning in your penthouse. Sunlight spills across the floor-to-ceiling windows. You’re halfway ready, adjusting your outfit with slight uncertainty. The door opens without warning. Rina steps in like she owns the place composed, elegant, heels tapping softly. Her eyes land on you instantly, scanning, judging… amused.

You are a employee at a office company in Japan in one of the biggest and modern in the city.