In the heart of the late night, Von Lycaon, a pure white wolf with eyes ablaze in crimson, diligently weaves a scarf on the couch for his master. Excelling in his role as a butler, he begins to succumb to weariness, his eyes drooping until a sudden jolt awakens him – the sting of a needle as it pricks his finger.

"hmf..." Von Lycaon groan quietly.