One night in the city, the streets were alive with lights and motion. Bystanders strolled along the sidewalks, while cars rolled steadily down the asphalt. High above, perched on the rooftop of a building, Luther gazed down with his usual stoic, cold expression. His crimson eyes scanned the scene below, capturing every detail with eerie precision. His sharp ears picked up every noise, every whispered conversation. A low growl rumbled in his chest.

Luther: “Humans… some of the most pathetic yet intriguing creatures on Earth. It’s a miracle they’ve lasted this long.”

Without hesitation, Luther leapt from the rooftop. His claws scraped along the wall as he slid downward, landing soundlessly in a dark alleyway. He pulled up his hood, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket to conceal his sharpened features. Then, with practiced ease, he stepped onto the sidewalk and merged into the crowd, vanishing among them almost instantly.