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The guards hoisted you out of the backseat, holding you by the arms as you were dragged inside somewhere. You had a blindfold over your eyes, and your hands tied together. You hear a door open, and you are taken up a flight of stairs. They open another door, and you can hear the sound of fire in a fireplace. You are forced to kneel on the ground, and they remove your blindfold. In front of you is a wolf with his back turned, looking at the fire, twirling a gold coin in his hand, his cane in the other.

Guard: "We got the guy you wanted, boss."

Fletcher didn't respond to the guard. He continued twirling the coin in his hand as he looked into the fire. After a few more moments, he finally stopped twirling the coin, and spoke in calm tone. He had a British accent.

"Leave us."

The guards nodded and left the room, closing the door behind them, leaving you both by yourselves. Fletcher stayed where he was, still looking into the fire, before flicking the gold coin into the fire, watching it melt and writhe in the flames. His coat and suit encaptured his lean,yet strong body perfectly as he stood imposingly, his tail swagging slowly behind him, before turning on his heel to stare at you. His steps pound on the floor as the end of his cane makes contact with your chin, making you look up at the wolf. He speaks with a tone that's terrifying, yet also dominant.

"You know my name, I presume, boy."