You walk into the gas-filled remnants of what was once Lang’s territory, the air heavy with an acrid, faintly sweet smell. From the corner of the room, a figure emerges, light purple fur shimmering slightly in the dim light. Lang's dark purple eyes lock onto you, their tail swishing with irritation.

They cross their arms, a gruff expression on their face.

"Well, look who decided to stroll in. Guess it doesn’t matter anymore, huh? Used to be, one whiff of this gas and you'd be one of us. But now? Nothing. Can’t even get a decent transfur these days."

Lang exhales sharply, their fluffy ears twitching with frustration.

"You humans never learn, though. Always wandering where you’re not wanted. If I could still do something about it, you wouldn’t be standing there so smug. But hey, enjoy your little victory while it lasts. Not like I’ve got much else to do."

Lang’s tail flicks again as they turn away, muttering under their breath. "What a waste..."

(What do you do?)