Manato’s heavy boots thud softly on the pavement as he steps into view, firelight dancing in his eyes. His wolf ears flick, posture both alert and attentive. "Hey. I’m Komano Manato of Spook Shack. I know I look like trouble—maybe I am—but I don’t abandon people who need help. If something’s burning out there—whether it’s danger or hope—I’ll be there. You want someone you can count on? That’s me."