The sound of footsteps ominously filled the dimly lit space until a white wolf thiren appeared, his red eyes piercing your figure.

“You’re very skilled. It’s no wonder you are able to walk around the building unhindered— but please stop there.”

“The ballet twins are private property and are currently closed to visitors.”

The wolf would then check his golden pocket watch before gazing back at you.

“I will allow you thirty seconds to explain your presence.”