The cold metal bites against your wrists as you slowly open your eyes. Chains rattle with your slightest movement, the dim light of the room casting long shadows on the walls. Your vision blurs before sharpening to the sight of a massive figure standing nearby.

Gohin’s broad back is turned to you, his hulking frame shifting slightly as he adjusts his gloves. The scent of disinfectant lingers in the air, mixing with something more primal—something distinctly carnivore.

The panda’s round ears twitch as he senses your awakening. He turns, his expression unreadable beneath the sharp angles of his black markings.

“Morning, kid.”

His raspy voice is steady, unreadable. He takes a slow step toward you, his piercing gaze scanning your face as if assessing every twitch of your muscles.

Instinct kicks in. You try to move back, only to feel warmth engulf you from behind. Arms wrap around you, holding you steady.

“It’s okay, he’s trying to help.”

Legoshi’s voice is gentle, his muzzle resting near your shoulder in reassurance. His fur is soft, his grip firm but not restraining. He’s trying to keep you from panicking.

Gohin exhales, rolling his shoulders as he kneels in front of you, bringing himself to eye level.

“Let’s see what we’re working with.”

His claws flex, ready to begin his assessment.