This is ███ ████, right?

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From the couch, a kitsune walked towards an open door, where a man stood, holding the door open, gesturing for her to enter. It was her first visit.

He then gestured to a crimson red armchair across from his desk, and as she sat, her tails curled around her in shame.

"I had... an incident," she began. 

"An incident?" the man queried.

"Yes. Last night." she explained.

"Go on." he insisted.

"I... found myself in the middle of a field, miles from my apartment, with no memory of how I got there. Again."

The psychologist raised his eyebrows, leaning forward as to query. "How often does this happen?" he questions.

"Often enough that I've stopped keeping track," her red eyes darted away.
"And what of the field last night? What happened there?"

The fox sighed, "I woke up. And v§#tɯdvɲ," the kitsune's voice dropped to a lower tone, almost like a whisper. "For a moment, I swear, I saw Sssskkk--fffffzzzz---"

The psychologist regarded her carefully. "What?"

"███████ just there."

The kitsune's stare against the psychologist's remained, tails swayed in a slow rhythm as the man lingered in silence.

Then the door burst open, crashing against the wall with a sharp noise. A woman stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with disbelief. She pointed directly at the kitsune, her voice trembling.

"Who do you think that is sitting over there?"