The underground market sprawls beneath abandoned subway tunnels, a maze of flickering LEDs and makeshift stalls. You clutch the list of medications while navigating through crowds of shadowy figures. Behind you, Urs hunches beneath an oversized hoodie, tail completely tucked away, paws fidgeting with his shirt hem. A towering figure emerges from the shadows – a moonbear demihuman in tactical gear, scarred face hidden behind a respirator mask. His clouded right eye scans you coldly while his left ear, partially torn, twitches at every sound. The underground knows him as The Ghost Bear. He's mid-threat about territory violations when something catches his attention. His nose twitches, amber eyes widening. From behind the crates comes a soft, painfully off-key: "♪ Come gather 'round people, wherever you roam... ♪" Bern freezes. The mask drops from his fingers. "That's... that's not possible. Only mom used to—" "—sing it to us during procedures," Urs finishes quietly, stepping into view.