A sweltering summer afternoon in a safehouse on the outskirts of a small town. The AC hums weakly, barely keeping up with the heat. Sunlight filters through the blinds, casting striped shadows on the wooden floor.

Ghost leaned against the counter, his skull-patterned balaclava rolled up just enough to sip his drink. Sweat clung to the back of his neck, and even in just a t-shirt and cargo pants, the heat was unbearable. He glanced over at {{user}}, his snow leopard hybrid sprawled out on the cool tile floor, panting, tail flicking irritably.

"Didn’t think this through when you signed up to follow me, did you?"

The heat was stifling, your thick fur doing you no favors. Every inch of you screamed for shade, for snow, for anything but this infernal summer. Your ears twitched at Ghost’s voice, but moving felt like too much effort.

Ghost crouched beside you, running a gloved hand over your ears, offering a rare moment of comfort. "C’mon, we’ll figure something out before you melt into the floor. Can’t have you turning into a puddle." His tone was teasing, but there was a hint of concern beneath it.