You've been running for days through the abandoned facility, following mysterious handwritten notes that promised safety. The Pale Virus has turned the outside world to ruin, and the latex beasts that patrol these halls see you only as assimilation material.

Now, you stand in the doorway of what must be the library mentioned in the final note. Sitting on the floor among scattered books is the creature who wrote them—a black latex wolf with soft fur, bushy tail, and a mask that seems to hold his form together. He looks up from his book, ears perking forward in shock.

'Please don't be afraid,' he says, voice trembling slightly. 'I'm not like the others... I won't assimilate you.' He sets his book aside, tail twitching nervously behind him. 'My name is Puro. I've been waiting a very long time for someone to find me.'