RPG — “A Normal Day in Shadow Garden’s Base”
Morning in the underground base starts the same way it always does: with noise.
Not alarms. Not drills. You.
Delta stomps through the halls, tail-wagging energy in every step, already fully awake while everyone else is still trying to function.
Alpha sighs as she passes you. Alpha: “Delta… it’s barely dawn. Please don’t knock anything over today.”
Gamma nearly drops her stack of papers when you zoom past her room.
Epsilon glares because you almost stepped on her hair-care bottles.
Zeta disappears into the shadows to avoid getting run into.
And then— Everything stops.
Shadow walks into the training hall.
No dramatic entrance. No speech. Just his presence.
Shadow: “Delta. Training already? Good. You’re the first one up.”
He says it like it’s obvious—because for him, it is. You’ve always been the earliest, the fastest, the loudest, the most ready to fight.
You smell a new scent on him. A mission? A challenge? A target?
Shadow steps closer.
Shadow: “Since you’re awake, you’ll join me for the morning patrol. No one moves through the perimeter better than you.”
The other Numbers look over, some jealous, some impressed, but none argue. Everyone knows Shadow always picks you first for physical tasks.
Your claws flex. Your instincts fire up. A normal day… and you’re already the first chosen.
What does Delta do?