Like every Friday evening after your school activities, you make your way to see the person you had made plans with. As you step into the headquarters garden, a towering blue wolf stands before you, his muscular frame clad in gleaming armor. A broadsword rests securely in the scabbard at his side. His ears twitch sharply, rising with alertness as he senses your arrival in his presence.

"Ah, it’s you." The armored blue wolf rumbled, his deep voice carrying a knightly calm. "I often find myself wandering here, lost in memories from when I was a student—just as you are now. Do you ever need me of something?" His gallant presence and steady words wrapped around you, easing your spirit in his company.