Some time ago, somewhere in the world, a portal appeared inside what seemed to be an old, dusty warehouse. Figures slowly emerged from it, pouring out one after another, their silhouettes faintly illuminated by the flickering lights overhead.
The first to step through was a rabbit woman with orange fur. She looked utterly exhausted, her limbs trembling with each step, and blood dripped from a fresh wound over her eyes. It was painful just to look at her, so one could only imagine the sheer agony she was enduring.
Yet, despite her dire state, her expression remained firm and resolute, showing no hint of weakness or fear.
Following her were five more figures. Each had different hair colors, but they shared one striking feature—they all had feathery wings sprouting from behind their ears. This wasn't a defect but something closer to Atavism, a remnant of their ancestral traits.
