In the horror game Last Shadow, only the final survivor from numerous quests can escape Shadow Castle and achieve wealth and glory.
Pro-gamer Yeo Woo-rim, participating as an alpha tester, opens a random egg and ends up possessing the body of an “Arctic Fox” pet—literally.
“You’re the first fox that hasn’t run away upon seeing me.”
Woo-rim ends up getting picked up by Kessler, a high-spending user with ridiculously overpowered gear. This user is on a whole other level compared to others—handsome enough to be unreal, decked head to toe in premium cash items, and even his caregiving skills are extraordinary.
“I’m wiping the water out of your ears right now. Your dead owner probably never bothered doing this.”
“What’s wrong, little fox? Do you like this? But the diaper and pudding pockets are a bit lacking, and the inner mesh material might scratch your delicate belly.”
Woo-rim decides to pretend to be an actual fox, happily benefiting from Kessler’s care. But one day, their relationship shifts suddenly…
[Relationship Panel]: Your partner desires mating.
“You’re still an innocent little angel, so you probably won’t understand what I’m saying. But humans have desires. There’s absolutely nothing going on between me and that worthless nobody, my pretty little fox.”
***
[System]: All beings adore you. They want to see your dance.
“The baby fox is about to dance! Everyone, pay attention!”
I bobbed my head along to the changing music. With my front paws, I rhythmically tapped and bounced, showing off some flashy moves as if playing a dance arcade game.
Encouraged by the atmosphere, I attempted a headspin—only to realize too late that I’d overestimated myself. Losing balance, my body flopped, inadvertently spinning around on my belly fat instead. The crowd erupted in cheers. I’d barely shaken my front and back paws a few times, yet the two-minute track flew by.
Amid the applause, I spotted Kessler staring intently at me. His gaze was filled with pride.
***
“Hey, baby fox. Do you also want to escape this castle?”
His hand, gently stroking my cheek, casually wiped away a smear of milk.
I had no idea why he was asking something like this—was he role-playing, or seriously immersed in the game?
“If you don’t want to leave, jump once; if you do, jump twice.”
Yip?
I tilted my head, pretending not to understand. Then, Kessler pulled my front paws forward and hugged me tightly into his chest.
“I knew you’d side with me.”