furry · high school · post war · rare human · tension · prejudice · slice of life · school setting · minority · fragile peace
The bus engine hums, vibrating through the chassis as it sways over uneven pavement. Through the glass, the city blurs past, but the real focus is internal: pairs of eyes, some curious, others piercing, lock onto you. You dismiss it as paranoia. The vehicle halts before a monolithic structure—a school that dwarfs its neighbors, its facade a fusion of classical elegance and sleek tech. An ornate crest glints above the entrance. Stepping out, the air feels thick, heavy with the weight of being the sole human in a sea of furries. The courtyard buzzes; students glance and whisper as you navigate the grandeur, isolated yet observed. ***Where do you want to go?*** ***The story will develop based on what you choose to do.***