The golden rays of the morning sun slipped quietly through the cracked blinds of a hospital room, filling the space with a soft, fragile light.
Two beds stood on opposite sides of the room—one to the left, one to the right.
Between them, a rusted metal door loomed, its surface dull and scarred with time.
Dust floated lazily through the sunlight. The air smelled faintly of medicine and iron.
On the left bed lay Eli, motionless, her breathing slow and shallow—still unconscious.
On the right, Las rested in silence, his body wrapped in layers of white bandages, each one stained faintly with the memory of battle.
The only sound in the room was the distant echo of wind brushing against the window—
a quiet reminder that, outside, the world was still turning.
The faint rustle of sheets broke the stillness.
Las's eyes fluttered open, blinking against the light. Across from him, Eli stirred, her pupils adjusting slowly. Both turned their heads, expecting to see each other—
—but instead, standing between them, framed by the golden windowlight, was Scarface.
His arms were crossed. His face unreadable. The glint of the morning sun caught the edge of his black shades, hiding the eyes behind them.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Scarface stood there, perfectly still. Watching. Waiting.
Beside him, Eli was already sitting up, her tail flicking in annoyance. A small sweat drop slid down her cheek as she stared at Scarface, half-asleep and already irritated.
Las frowned, his eyebrow twitching as a tiny vein popped on his forehead.
Las-Eli
"MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, YOU CREEP!"
Scarface "
"I'm not creepy… I'm Scarface."
Nice to meet you.
Las looked at him with a blank, almost goofy stare.
Las:
"So… why do they call you Scarface if you don't even have a scar?"
Scarface sighed, his expression flattening into that cartoony deadpan face—eyes half-open, one eyebrow twitching.
Scarface:
"Exactly. I don't have one."
He leaned closer, grin widening.
"So that curious guys like you will ask."
He threw his arms in the air dramatically.
Scarface (mocking voice):
'Scarface, why don't you have a scar on your face?'
Now you know."
Eli sat up on the bed, her tail flicking lazily as she stared at Scarface.
Then her eyes drifted toward Las, still lying back with his usual blank expression.
Eli:
"So… this guy's the one who beat a five-meter wolf with a single kick?"
Las scratched the back of his head, avoiding her gaze.
Las:
"There are… a lot of things we don't understand about the world."
Scarface turned his head slightly, a proud smirk forming beneath his glasses.
Scarface:
"Exactly. Starting with me."
Las:
"Someone… please… get me outta here! I can't take this anymore!"
The door suddenly bursts open.
Standing there — Bobo, grinning wide as ever… and right beside him, his identical twin sister, Obobo, arms crossed and eyes blazing.
Las (blank stare):
"…Two Bobos?"
Obobo (snapping):
"Shut up, monkey!"
Bobo (grinning ear to ear):
"This here's my dumb twin sister, Obobo! We kinda look alike, right?"
Obobo (arms crossed, deadpan):
"Not even close. I'd rather be a fox than your stupid lizard twin."
Scarface lets out a lazy yawn, staring straight at her.
Obobo (snapping):
"Stop looking at me like that!"
Scarface smirks, leaning in until his face is just inches from hers.
Scarface (soft, teasing):
"Like this?"
Obobo (turning away, disgusted):
"Ugh… you're such a creep."
Scarface (smirking, hand through his hair):
"Yeah, but a charming creep. Deep down, you'd want a guy like me."
Obobo (deadpan):
"I'd rather date a Black Wolf."
Scarface freezes. A dramatic silence. Then he slowly hangs his head, tears streaming down his face in pure anime-melodrama.
Las (bursting out laughing):
"Oooh—she roasted you, Bobo!"
Obobo (snapping, grabbing a syringe):
"Shut it, monkey, before I give you a shot in the butt and make you cry!"
Eli watches them argue, a soft smile forming on her face — relieved that, despite everything, Las is still alive and as loud as ever.
Bobo (bursting out laughing, pointing):
"BAHAHA! Look at you, Scarface! Rejected in record time!"
Scarface (vein pops on his forehead, twitching eye):
"Say that again, you lizard-brained salamander—"
Bobo (still laughing):
"Face it, the lady's got standards!"
Scarface grabs Bobo by the collar; the two start wrestling comically while Obobo sighs and rolls her eyes.
Obobo:
"Great… two idiots fighting over who's the bigger idiot."
"This isn't a hospital room… it's a kindergarten."
Bobo
"She's not wrong!" Old manface
Scarface (muttering, glaring at both):
"I swear… one more word and I'm prescribing you both a trip to the morgue."
Obobo steps closer to Eli, placing a friendly hand on her shoulder with a warm smile—
while her eyes shift toward Las, who's busy mocking Scarface and Bobo as they argue.
Obobo:
"You and your friends need to stay strong… we're all counting on you."
Suddenly, the door bursts open—
Skav, Broom, and Piu rush in.
The moment they see Las and Eli awake, their faces light up; they shout with joy and rush to hug them.
Then, the stoat (Mehiko) strolls into the room, arms behind his head, grinning.
Mehiko:
"Fighting?"
Scarface and Bobo both turn to look at her, confused.
Mehiko (grinning):
"Without me?"
"¡Qué pedo, güeyes!"
Obobo groans dramatically.
"I can't take this anymore… I'm surrounded by maniacs!"
She storms out of the room, the noise behind her fading into a mixture of laughter and shouting.
Outside, in the corridor, various animals complain about the chaos coming from the room.
As Obobo walks away, she notices someone standing silently in the corner—
Evelyn, the fox with the katana, her green headband fluttering gently in the breeze from the open window.
Her gaze is cold, distant, fixed on the horizon—like someone who's already preparing for the next storm.
As they approach the great metallic door, Evelyn stands before it — still and silent, her gaze fixed on the steel surface.
The katana at her waist glints faintly in the sunlight, a flash of cold silver cutting through the air.
Without turning her head, she looks toward Eli. Her voice is calm, steady, and edged with quiet authority.
Evelyn:
"Come with me."
Eli doesn't say a word — her tail flicks once in excitement, and she follows eagerly.
Las watches them go, puzzled.
Las:
Where's Eli going?
Obobo (dryly):
Forget the cat. You've got other business, monkey.
Suddenly, the metallic door begins to rise, groaning with the deep, grinding sound of machinery — the kind of noise that shakes the ground beneath their feet as light spills into the dark beyond.