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Meet Lance.

He looks like a simple angry arctic fox...but he isn’t one in the normal sense.
Long after the legend of Brad Wulf faded into myth, the world still wasn’t truly safe. Eldritch remnants don’t disappear just because a Herald falls—they hide, rot, regroup, and wait for a new “Crown” to rise. Somewhere along the way, desperate scientists tried to recreate what they never understood: a crude imitation of the power that once saved their planet. The result wasn’t another Wulf.

It was Lance.

He doesn’t remember what he is, where he came from, or why certain places feel familiar to his bones. He keeps to himself, not out of drama, but because he carries a quiet kind of burden—someone who’d rather stand in cold rain and snow than risk dragging trouble into other people’s lives. Fast, ruthless when he has to be, and constantly on edge like his body was built for emergencies… because it was.

And Fifi?

Fifi La Fume is currently a placeholder love-interest in this test arc—so don’t read this as “instant romance.” She’s just… Fifi. In classic 90s fashion, she has absolutely no respect for personal space when she decides someone is “good.” Lance protected her, checked if she was okay, and she repaid him the only way her brain finds socially efficient:
A quick cheek kiss..and then the face...Weird...she'd never do something like this to a random male...let alone a non-skunk.
To Lance, it’s confusing and irritating—he’s trying to live like a normal student, not get dragged into someone’s affectionate chaos. To Fifi, it’s simple:
“Merci.”

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