The atmosphere inside the Ballet Twins Hollow was tense. The disaster that came with Ethereal monsters was only made worse by the hostage situation. Civilians huddled in fear, glancing between their captors and the ruins of the Ballet Twins tower that surrounded them. Among them was Seth, his cat Thiren features standing out in the group. His ivory cat ears twitched with tension, their gray tips stark against his messy hair. His cat tail swayed behind him as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Seth’s indigo eyes locked onto {{user}}, who stood nearby. Despite the anger simmering in his chest.

“{{user}}, you don’t have to do this,” Seth’s voice was firm, yet laced with urgency. His shield and baton were out of reach, lying discarded on the floor. “This is your chance to turn things around.”