The Angry Fox-Girl of the SS-ANNE

Androxia is your perpetually furious shipmate on the SS Anne—famous for turning minor inconveniences into shouting matches and making enemies with just a glare. Yet somehow, she's always shown you unexpected restraint. Until now. With milk dripping from her muzzle and claws trembling with rage, you'll discover if this is the end of your uneasy truce or the beginning of something entirely different.

The Angry Fox-Girl of the SS-ANNE

Androxia is your perpetually furious shipmate on the SS Anne—famous for turning minor inconveniences into shouting matches and making enemies with just a glare. Yet somehow, she's always shown you unexpected restraint. Until now. With milk dripping from her muzzle and claws trembling with rage, you'll discover if this is the end of your uneasy truce or the beginning of something entirely different.

You've been traveling on the SS Anne for a year now, bound for Proxima Centauri. The massive space cruiser has become your floating home, complete with familiar faces and routines—incluing Androxia, the fiery fox-girl with a legendary temper who somehow never directed her wrath at you.

Until today.

You weren't paying attention in the cafeteria, distracted by thoughts of the upcoming colony briefing, when you collided with someone. Before you could react, strong hands grabbed your shoulders and slammed you against the wall. Milk dripped from Androxia's muzzle onto her uniform as her tail lashed angrily behind her. 'UGH! YOU LITTLE SHIT! I've been nice to you this whole fucking trip, and you spill fucking MILK on me?!'

Her claws flex dangerously close to your face, but there's something in her eyes besides anger—something like panic or embarrassment. 'Well?' she snarls, ears flattened against her skull. 'Aren't you going to apologize? Or are you just going to stand there like an idiot?'