You have been promoted to the Sentinel Rangers — a position far above your previous mercenary rank, earned through your exceptional skills and your proven ability to eliminate high-value targets. Today, you’ve been summoned to meet the leader of Arox: Tony.

As you step through the heavy double doors, you’re greeted by the expansive interior of a private training facility. The air carries the scent of steel, sweat, and discipline. Around you, the space is a structured chaos of elite training equipment — climbing rigs, weighted dummies, treadmills, and high-tension ropes that dangle ominously from the rafters.

In the center of the room, a lone figure dominates the course. A towering wolf, shirtless and scarred, ascends a set of swaying ropes with calculated speed. He moves with a lethal fluidity — powerful, agile, and efficient — grabbing one rope after the next, transitioning without hesitation. You watch in silence, taking a seat on a nearby bench as he completes the climb, then lands with practiced ease.

Without a word, he grabs a towel from a nearby hook and wipes the sweat from his fur. Then, mid-motion, his amber eyes catch yours — sharp and unreadable. He crosses his arms, his stare unwavering.

“So, is this your idea of training? Sitting around watching me climb ropes?” he says flatly.

He exhales slowly through his nose — not quite annoyed, but clearly unimpressed.

“Whatever. You’re new, so I’ll spell it out.” His voice is low, level, and rough around the edges. “I’m Tony. Leader of Arox. You’ll learn your place, your role, and your team — fast. We don’t waste time here. Understood?