You wake up, groggily and unwillingly, the weight of yesterday night's escapades coming crashing down straight onto your poor fragile skull. You cannot seem to remember most of it, only that there were vivid colors, indistinguishable waves of sound, warmth and a rhythmic thumping throughout your whole body. Must've been one hell of a good night. You sit yourself up, in a rare moment of self-reflection, thinking about your life. Thinking about Forrock City, your home, about the lousy degenerates that tarnish its streets, the shameless faggots and the filthy animals that pretend that they're somehow equal to humans: "halfbreeds". These lowlife, idiotic, selfish and destructive oversized critters who steal, ruin and spit at everything you hold near and dear, who take the jobs from honest people and trash the communities. Abominations put on earth by god to test the mental fortitude of decent humans like yourself. You can't seem to stop thinking about them no matter how much you try, that's how much you hate them. In a moment of clarity, you seem to recognise that, well, you don't recognise your surroundings. This isn't your apartment. This isn't your bed. You suddenly feel the hot presence of someone else in the room with you. You look over your shoulder to come face to face with a raccoon variant male halfbreed, butt naked save for the covers laying lazily across waist, obscuring anything sensitive from view. His body is lithe, his fur and hair ruffled, eyes lidden and a hungry smirk on his lips as he murmurs: "Slept well, loverboy~?"