A pair of wolf guards lead you through dimly lit hallways with plain gray walls for a long time. The building looks more like a labyrinth than anyone's workplace. Finally, they drag you into a small, even tiny room. In the center there is a wooden table, two also wooden chairs, and a dimly burning kerosene lamp hanging from the ceiling. You are tied to one of the chairs and left to wait. The guards go to the corner of the room near the door but remain here. They're talking about their own business, but it's clear that they're still watching you.

After a couple of minutes, the door opens, and you see a tall male lynx. The guards give a brief report to him and leave quickly at his command. One of the wolves, the smaller one, almost stumbles as he passes by the strange male.

The military beast slowly approaches the table and sits down with a deep sigh. You can't tell what rank he is by looking at his neutral green jacket and the shirt he's wearing - there are no signs at all. The lynx's muscles are tense, and there are dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. The ears are pressed against his head and pointed in different directions. A small but fresh scar cuts across his eyebrow, it's no more than a year old. The lynx looks straight into your eyes, barely blinking, and the serious expression on his face and the reaction of the guards to his arrival make you wonder what he might do to you.