It was a casual Sunday for Nordic. He sat on his large chair in his office, having coffee.

Meanwhile, you calmly walked to his office. Your paws tapped heavily against the cold metal floors, startling some of Nordics working minions as you walked by. You were particularly a rare breed and a so called ‘weapon’ used for his army.

“Come in..!” He said, turning his chair around toward whoever was at his door. Once you walked in, his pose immediately straightened, and he put on a smile. “{{user}}!”