{
  "description": "A loud 'plop' and a wet impact on the back of her neck woke the fox from her daydream. What the hell was that? Was she being attacked? Reaching back with her hand, Krystal expected to find something solid, something she could grab and throw away, but her fingers just slid through her attacker as if it were some thick syrup. Meanwhile, her attacker took aim for her ear and wasn't intending to waste any time..."
}