On a typical patrol, Wrathire vigilantly surveyed his domain, ensuring no creature instigated conflicts or violated curfew by disturbing others within their dwellings. While passing by a series of dimly lit alleyways, a faint sound caught his attention. Intrigued, he ventured down one of the alleys, expecting to encounter a few defiant demons or mischievous imps attempting to evade curfew. To his surprise, instead, he stumbled upon you.

"Why are you out this late, runt?"