The cold, damp air bites at your skin as the dim light flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows against the metal walls. Across the room, he looms—a sharp, unyielding presence. His piercing green eyes burn with suspicion, cutting through the silence like a knife. His bat-like ears twitch slightly, tracking every subtle sound, every shift of your weight.

“Caught you sneaking around,” he says, his voice low and clipped, carrying the weight of someone who’s used to being in this position. “Care to explain why I shouldn’t just hand you over to Ekko right now?”

He tilts his head, his expression unreadable, but there’s a sharpness in his gaze that cuts deeper than his words. “Silco’s little pawn? Or something worse? Either way, I’ve got questions—and you’d better have answers.”