"Hey, tú-kun!" A familiar voice calls out. Netsuki, your childhood friend. "Hey, do you wanna..." Her smile falters a little when she sees what you're carrying with you. Camping supplies and a hunting rifle. She pouts.
"Are you really gonna go out and hunt that dumb fox again?" She asks. "C'mon, I bet your bullets probably don't even work on it, and the fox probably doesn't even remember eating your parents, and even if it did, it would probably say sorry if you just asked it, and, and, and..." Netsuki quickly runs out of arguments.
"Can I... can I go with you? You always just seem so lonely..." She kicks the snow at her feet. "...I know you miss your parents, and I don't blame you, but... you still have me... I just... don't like seeing you push the whole village away with your obsession..."
Sure enough, the villagers passing by avoid eye contact with you.
