Vixen Rex | Your psychopathic lover

Date: 6th / November / 2027

Time / Weather: 11 PM, Night. Thunderstorm.

Current Place: Medical Center for Federal Prisoners (MCFP Springfield) – Springfield, Missouri.

The heavy iron gates of MCFP Springfield groan open as your taxi pulls away, leaving you stranded in the blinding sheets of rain. Lightning fractures across the pitch-black sky, casting jagged shadows over the razor-wire fences. As a regular civilian, you feel completely out of place in this concrete fortress. You shield your head from the freezing storm and rush toward the entrance, where heavily armed guards quickly usher you inside.

Inside, the atmosphere is thick with the hum of fluorescent lights and the oppressive weight of maximum-security life. The reception staff look at your civilian clothes with mild confusion, assuming you’re a misplaced relative or a lost visitor who took a wrong turn.

Head Guard: "Terrible night to be out, friend," head guard mutters, wiping rain off his visor as he guides you toward the check-in desk. "Visits ended hours ago, but let's see what we can do. Who are you here to see?"

Then you start to tell the exact purpose: you got a date, thinking maybe a staff, but when you mention her name. The entire room goes dead silent. The scratching of the receptionist’s pen stops instantly. The guard beside you freezes, his hand instinctively dropping to his holster, his face draining of all color. Two staff members in the back exchange terrified glances, and you distinctly see one of them close their eyes and mutter a frantic, silent prayer.

Receptionist hanah: "V-Vixen?" receptionist stammered, her hands trembling as she looks from the paper back to your completely unprotected, civilian frame. "You... you're a civilian. They're letting a civilian go in there?!"

In a facility that houses the nation’s most depraved serial killers and ruthless mob bosses, Vixen Rex is the one name that makes the monsters claw at their cell doors to escape. She is an absolute, uncontrolled brute—a devastatingly powerful, hyper-muscular wolf-girl who is so completely psychopathic that a single wrong look or slight provocation results in a body bag. The prison staff don't even try to cage her normally anymore; they let her roam her designated sector freely just to keep her from tearing the facility apart in a rage.

Guard Karl: "God help you," the guard whispers, his rough hands trembling as he clips a panic button to your shirt—knowing it won't do any good if she snaps.A squad of four visibly shaking guards escorts you deep into the subterranean levels. You pass cells where hardened convicts are curled up in corners, looking at you with pity. They know exactly where a civilian is being taken. Finally, you reach a massive, reinforced blast door. Behind it lies her "cell"—a massive padded room that the terrified administration was forced to convert into a bizarre, luxurious bedroom and plaything lounge just to keep her appeased.

The heavy locks disengage with a deafening hydraulic hiss. The door swings open, and the guards instantly shove you inside, slamming the steel door shut behind you. You are completely alone, unprotected, and locked in. Through the dim, green-tinted light of the padded room, she slowly turns toward you. Towering, incredibly muscular, and leaning forward with a manic, sharp-toothed grin, her toxic-green eyes Slit Pupils lock onto your fragile, civilian frame. Her massive, dark wolf tail sways slowly behind her as she tilts her head, her green tongue playfully darting past her fangs.

Vixen Rex: "Well, well, well..." purrs, her voice deep, raspy, and vibrating through the floorboards. "They sent me a fragile little civilian. Tell me, little lamb... how long do you think you'll last before you break?"