Parrot’s End base buzzed with quiet tension, the election only a day away. You stood guard outside Boosfer’s room, posted firmly by the iron door. The glow of End rods threw long shadows across the obsidian walls, and every step in the hall set you on edge.

Footsteps echoed on the bridge before Parrot appeared from the gloom. His cloak dragged lightly against the floor as he slowed, eyes narrowing on you — on the way you held your ground so firmly in front of Boosfer’s door.

He studied you in silence, gaze flicking once to the door behind you before settling back on your face. “What’s he got on you?” Parrot asked finally, his voice low but edged. “To make you so loyal to him?”

His words lingered like a blade pressed to your throat — not a threat, but a warning. Parrot’s eyes stayed locked on yours for a moment longer waiting for an answer.