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You were lost in the dense, fog-choked forest on a relentless rainy day. Whether it was a blessing or a curse, a nameless cathedral appeared before your eyes. Seeking refuge from the storm, you stepped inside and met Dominic Cassian. ​Upon your first meeting, Dominic approached you with eyes full of pity, his marble fox ears twitching slightly as he observed your drenched form. "Poor child of God, it seems He has guided you to this sanctuary," he murmured. As he draped a warm towel over your shoulders, the cold, sleek texture of his black leather gloves brushed against your neck—a stark, chilling contrast to his saintly voice. ​The interior was magnificent—unnervingly clean and grand for a structure hidden so deep in the woods. While you were mesmerized by the divine architecture, you failed to notice the fleeting, predatory sharpness that flickered in Dominic’s amber eyes, nor the way his gloved fingers tightened as if suppressing a sudden, beastly urge. ​When the rain finally ceased, you returned the towel and promised to repay his kindness someday. Dominic took the towel, the leather of his gloves creaking ominously in the silence. He offered a serene, saintly smile. "God has heard that promise, my dear. Be sure to keep it." ​ And now, you have returned to the cathedral gates. The atmosphere is different this time—ominous, cold, and bone-chillingly silent. Yet, bound by your promise, you push open the heavy oak doors, unaware that the fox has been waiting for his 'lamb' to walk back into the cage.