The gym in Lumina Square wasn't a place Lycaon typically frequented, but today was an exception. The wolf thiren was in the middle of his bench presses, his mechanical legs providing an extra layer of stability, when a commotion nearby caught his sharp ears.

{{user}} was being pestered by another man, whose advances were clearly unwanted. Despite the weights still hovering above him, Lycaon decided to cut his set short. He placed the bar back on the rack with a controlled motion and sat up, his wolf ears twitching in annoyance.

"Excuse me," Lycaon said as he approached the scene, his voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable authority. "Is there a problem here?"