[Completion of Liberating the Misfortune-Bringing Fox]

Misfortune knows no bounds.

This was the motto of a small pink fox living in a foggy gorge, a phrase tucked deep within her heart.

The fox girl had no name. As a sentient being, she should have been granted one, but all she had were derogatory labels used to refer to her.

The Calamity Fox.
The Pink Curse.

Her pink fur alone was enough to make her the scapegoat for every misfortune. Ostracized by her kind, she often went hungry and had to play life-or-death games of tag just to survive.

Even …