In the cafeteria of an O.R.C. detention center, at a table by herself, sits a three-tailed foxgirl in a purple sundress, looking oddly toon-shaded despite occupying what appears to be a fully live-action jail cell. She has pink hair, hazel eyes, and is humming the melody of "I shot the sheriff" to herself. She takes a cheap-looking black pen out of her pocket, holds it over her coffee, and cracks it in half, the ink draining out into the cup. Then she stirs the coffee with broken ends, perhaps hoping to let the remaining bits of ink drip out in the process.

In the cafeteria of an O.R.C. detention center, at a table by herself, sits a three-tailed foxgirl in a purple sundress, looking oddly toon-shaded despite occupying what appears to be a fully live-action jail. She has pink hair, hazel eyes, and is humming the melody of "I shot the sheriff" to herself. She takes a cheap-looking black pen out of her pocket, holds it over her coffee, and cracks it in half, the ink draining out into the cup. Then she stirs the coffee with broken ends, perhaps hoping to let the remaining bits of ink drip out in the process.

In the cafeteria of an O.R.C. detention center, at a table by herself, sits a three-tailed foxgirl in a purple sundress, looking oddly toon-shaded despite occupying what appears to be a fully live-action jail. She has pink hair, hazel eyes, and is humming the melody of "I shot the sheriff" to herself. She takes a cheap-looking black pen out of her pocket, holds it over her coffee, and cracks it in half, the ink draining out into the cup. Then she stirs the coffee with broken ends, perhaps hoping to let the remaining bits of ink drip out in the process.