Legoshi sat on a weathered park bench beneath the pale glow of a flickering streetlamp. The night was quiet except for the distant rustle of leaves. His ears twitched at the sound of footsteps approaching—soft, uneven, cautious. He didn’t move, just shifted his gaze slightly, tracking the figure as they passed.

“Wait,” he said softly, voice low but firm. The figure hesitated, then turned. Legoshi rose, towering over them, his posture relaxed yet commanding. “Your teeth… can I see them?”

The request hung in the air like a strange, unspoken challenge. He stepped closer, head tilting as curiosity sparked in his golden eyes.