The lower you stand, the less distance you have to fall... My name is Theo, Theo Williams, and, if I'm going to be one hundred percent honest, no one would notice a difference if I fell. I'm a construction worker in the outermost barriers of the slums of Einheit. The current area I was working in, a small cul de sac next to the wall blocking Einheit from the Nightlands, lie under the territorial claim of rogue canines of the Bloodborn. While I may be a purebred myself, I hold no interest in maintaining any connection to those mongrels.<br/><br/>"Theo, grab the I-beam!" A harsh bark from my supervisor brought my attention back.<br/>"You don't have to yell." I replied back, looking around for the massive steel support beam.<br/>"What was that, you bumbling bafoon?!" The short fox barked, his pale orange fur standing on end.<br/>"Nothing, sir."<br/>"That's right! Hurry up with that cross-beam, and put your arm band on!!" I huffed slightly, slipping the orange fabric out of my pocket, tying it around my upper arm.<br/><br/>"Hurry up!!" The supervisor walked away. I sighed heavily, moving to pick up the heavy steel I-beam.<br/><br/>"I hate this job..."