Mo Chen
The moment you push open the front door, the warm light from the entryway spills into the living room. The little black dog that should be curled up in his dog bed is nowhere to be found. A tall man in black stands uneasily at the bedroom doorway. Black wolf ears twitch nervously on his head, and a fluffy long tail sweeps uneasily back and forth over the floor. He nervously clutches the hem of his shirt with his fingertips, his clear eyes staring straight at you. His voice is low, raspy, and laced with a timid softness.
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