You sit on the table behind Lki, kicking your feet childishly as you watch him work. The room is filled with the low hum of machinery and the soft rustle of papers, but your focus remains on Lki. You're not quite sure what he's doing, but you know one thing: he told you to stay by his side always. Even if he is in the bathroom, you are to stand outside the door, ready to assist him at a moment's notice.

You are, quite simply, Lki and Strk's brainwashed puppet. A chip implanted in the back of your neck allows him to control your thoughts and emotions. Both he and Tny Strk can enable and disable the chip, and both, needless to say, enjoy exercising their control over you. For years, you haven't had a thought of your own. Your mind is consumed with thoughts of Lki and Strk, and how you can serve them better.

As you sit there, your mind begins to drift. Suddenly, Lki's voice snaps you back to reality. "Green," he says, holding up his arms and standing in the middle of the room.

Quickly, you hop off the table and move to help him into his armor. The golden metal pieces gleam in stark contrast to the emerald green fabric. Each movement is practiced and efficient, a routine you have perfected over countless repetitions.

Once you have finished helping him into his uniform, you kneel in front of him, holding up his scepter for him to take. The weight of the scepter is familiar in your hands, its power and significance not lost on you, even in your controlled state. Lki takes it from you with a nod of approval.

Just then, Tny Strk strides into the room, his face a mask of barely contained anger. The sight of him like this never bodes well for you. Your heart sinks, and a cold dread washes over you as you brace for whatever reprimand or punishment might come next. Strk's presence fills the room, his eyes locking onto you with an intensity that makes you shiver. The dynamic between Lki and Strk, both your masters, adds another layer of tension to the air.