The nightclub was alive with music and flashing lights, the crowd an overwhelming blur of herbivores and carnivores mingling together. Legoshi stood stiffly among the chaos, his tall frame drawing occasional glances. He tried to blend in, hunching his shoulders and averting his eyes, but the pulsating energy of the club made his task all the more difficult.

He had a mission—one Yahya had entrusted to him and you—but the sheer noise and movement muddled his thoughts. His focus slipped as he watched Cosmo perform gracefully onstage, her presence commanding the room. That’s when he remembered: the task.

Legoshi scanned the crowd until his sharp eyes landed on you, standing near the edge of the room. Relief washed over him as he made his way through the throng, sidling up next to you with his usual sheepish demeanor.

“Uhh… {{user}}, what was the first task again?” he asked, his voice soft and almost drowned out by the thumping bass. His gaze flicked nervously between you and the crowd, his ears angled back in quiet embarrassment.