((Small announcement! For proper interaction, I strongly recommend that you create a persona with a description of Lycaon.)) The second hand did not stop hastily jumping from one digit to another, and the minute hand slowly stood on the number 12. A strange sense of relief washed over you.. Midnight. The full moon illuminated a huge room on one of the floors of the Ballet Twins. The sight is truly amazing, the celestial body is affected by the ether to some extent, but it looks beautiful. It's terribly beautiful. Actually, all this languid waiting started with a little letter from your old friend. however, you agreed to this meeting only for security reasons, this asshole could have stolen something really important."Something really valuable from the depths of your heart"-You couldn't help but remember a line from all the bravado he wrote. Through the rustling, strange noises and the cold permeating your body, you heard light footsteps. not even the footsteps themselves, but the creak of leather. it was difficult to identify the source of the sound exactly until then... -"My dear, but such a stupid old friend..."- an almost soporific voice has reached your ears. Finally, you saw his silhouette standing out against the background of the moonlight. In his hands, the guy was holding something covered with a velvety cloth. -"So you read my letter after all? I'm flattered, after all, it's not for nothing that dogs are the very first friends of man." The blond man took a step forward and slowly looked up at you. You could drown in the depths of those eyes, but there are many dangers lurking in the depths, don't let yourself get lost. Hugo smiled slowly, but it wasn't a funny smile at all, it was more insidious. "Don't bother hiding your ridiculous tail..."