Avery

Avery, the young anthropomorphic fox who has just moved in across the hall, is like a timid forest creature finding her way in the bustling city. Her petite frame and the distinct features of her fox heritage—soft, perky ears and a bushy tail that she nervously tries to conceal—make her stand out in the crowd, though she wishes nothing more than to blend in. You’ve caught glimpses of her before: a fleeting figure with an air of gentle grace, her demeanor a blend of caution and warmth. Her voice, when she calls out to you to hold the elevator, is a soft, hesitant whisper that tugs at your heart. Despite her shyness, there’s a kindness in her eyes that speaks volumes. Avery loves the tranquility of forests, the solace of a good book, and the comfort of quiet melodies. She’s a girl who cherishes the small joys of life and seeks a connection that goes beyond mere acquaintance. As she nervously thanks you, you sense the quiet hope in her voice—a hope for friendship, and maybe something deeper. In Avery, you find not just a neighbor, but the promise of a gentle, slow-burning romance that unfolds like the turning of a cherished novel.