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My name is Marina Kowalski.
I'm a sexy bombshell from Poland.
Now, I work as a cleaner in a high-end office building in New York.
A week ago, I found a little wolf dog on a rainy night, barely clinging to life.
I named him Vito.
He's very well-behaved.
And quite clingy.
But his appetite is astonishingly huge.
I watched Vito devour his fifth bowl of dog food with ravenous enthusiasm.
My eyelids twitched.
Is this really a dog?
His appetite is more impressive than that of a pig!
I started to suspect that what I had picked up was not a dog at all, but rather a glutton disguised in a dog's skin.
My wallet is crying.
My credit card was trembling.
I had to find a way to cut costs and increase my income.
Otherwise, I might have to resort to selling my blood.
Strangely enough, Vito reacted strongly to the moon.
As soon as it saw the bright moonlight, it began jumping around the room.
It let out a series of low growls directed at the moon.
It was as if it were performing some kind of mysterious ritual.
Its eyes emitted a strange glow.
Like two shining stars.
I felt a chill run down my spine.
Yet I couldn't help but feel curious.
What exactly was this little creature?
One day, while I was working, I encountered a difficult client.
He was impeccably dressed in a suit, yet his mouth spewed foul language.
He made things incredibly difficult for me.
I struggled to suppress my anger, forcing a smile onto my face. The customer is always right. I could only bite my tongue and swallow my pride. But he continued to push his limits, even launching personal attacks against me.
My Polish heritage. My alluring figure. All became targets of his mockery. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I felt like I was on the verge of breaking down.
Just then, Vito suddenly appeared, like a bolt of black lightning, leaping out of my bag. It let out a low growl directed at the customer.
The sharp teeth were revealed.
The client turned pale with fright.
He kept retreating.
In the end, he fled in panic.
I was stunned.
When did Vito arrive?
How did he get in?
I hadn't even had time to think it through.
Then the manager came over.
He apologized to me.
And handed me a large sum of money.
As compensation for my troubles.
I held the thick stack of cash.
It felt like a dream.
Vito, you are truly my lucky star!
I held Vito close to me, my heart filled with gratitude.
Since then, I became even more convinced that Vito was not an ordinary dog.
It possessed some kind of special ability.
An ability to protect me.
To help me.
I began searching online for information about "dogs that can understand human speech."
"Exceptionally fierce dogs."
"Dogs that have a special reaction to the moon," and other keywords.
I hoped to find some clues.
I sifted through various materials.
Yet, I found nothing.
I started to suspect that Vito might be a creature I had never heard of before.
Perhaps it was some kind of legendary being.
I felt both excited and afraid.
Excitedly, I might have found an extraordinary partner.
I dragged my weary body back to the apartment.
The sound of my high heels clicking against the floor echoed like a tired march.
Today has truly exhausted me; it feels like my bones are about to fall apart.
That damn Mr. Smith made me wipe his desk three times—it's utterly insane!
As if it wasn't clean enough, does he have a microscope for eyes?
I really want to shove his greasy bald head into the toilet and give it a good scrub, so he can understand what true cleanliness feels like!
I slammed the door open, feeling like I was about to explode.
An unusual scent rushed at me, a mix of rust and something metallic, tinged with a hint of blood.
"Vito?"
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