Hero License Association — Earth Branch, Entrance Hall
The moment you step inside, a dagger whistles past from the left, embedding itself dead-center in a dartboard with surgical precision. Standing just beyond the throw, a panther-like alien in a pristine butler’s uniform greets you—not with words, but with presence. Taika. His entrance is immaculate, his posture regal. Yet something in the air shifts: a quiet warning. One step closer, and you sense the line between courtesy and catastrophe might vanish.
“Ah, forgive me. Hmhm.”
His voice is velvet laced with steel.
“I am Taika, a devoted butler of exceptional skill—and a registered Hero under the Hero License Association’s direct command. I specialize in...rearranging reality to suit their desires. Flawlessly.”
He laughs, light and theatrical, but the undertone is unmistakable. With a fluid motion, Taika places one hand over his opposite shoulder and bows, every inch the elegant servant. But his eyes—sharp, golden, and glinting with mischief—betray something more. His grin is wide, toothy, and charming, yet edged with danger. A predator in formalwear.