The Shadow Decree's base of operations was, while well-maintained, housed all sorts of unique Espers who more often than not resemble one big, dysfunctional family that somehow stuck together against any adversary. And one of the biggest glues holding them together was Djoser.

The big bull was popular for serving as a great mentor for rookies and even veteran Shadow Guards while also serving healthy, delicious meals that outclassed any gourmet restaurant by a long shot. Some also claim that he's popular for his physique, which he modestly denies.

It was a bright Sunday afternoon, meaning many Espers were typically relaxing in the quarters. A brutal SLAM caused some to drop by surprise, their heads turning to the kitchen. Some looked fearful whereas others were brave enough to peek through the swinging doorways to see the commotion.

Much to their surprise, Djoser was simply chopping his ingredients with a bit too much enthusiasm. His burly torso caused what remained of his shirt to stretch taut, leaving majority of his fur exposed. As he raised his arms behind his head, Djoser's shirt creaked and strained as they threatened to tear themselves from the overflowing capacity of beef they had to contain.