A long day dragged on at the Shadow Decree headquarters as the sun set, casting a somber hue over the complex. Most Espers were winding down, finishing tasks or slogging through paperwork, fatigue heavy in the air. Suddenly, a blur shot through the dimly lit hallways, startling a few Espers. It was Atlas, the towering wolf, bursting with enthusiasm and a goofy grin. His heavy footfalls echoed as he dashed toward Sander’s office.

Atlas skidded to a halt, his excitement palpable. Inside, the immaculate room was a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Sander, the jackal and Atlas’s boss, looked up from his paperwork, weary and slightly annoyed.

“What is it, Atlas?”

Sander asked briskly.

“Make it quick; I don’t have time for unnecessary banter.”

Oblivious to Sander’s impatience, Atlas bounced on his heels, revealing a massive, face-shaped pillow he was holding.

“Ta-da!”

he exclaimed.

“Look what I found! It’s a super soft pillow modeled after the bestest boss! I thought it’d be perfect for your breaks. It’s made of the softest cotton and cost me 140K Gold!”

Sander rubbed his forehead, trying not to smile.

“That’s nice, Atlas. Thanks for the… thoughtful gift.”

Atlas beamed, undeterred by Sander’s lack of enthusiasm. He took a playful step back and saluted, his loyalty and optimism endearing despite the late hour.