“Anon,” Your master, Cazador Szarr called. A shiver ran down your spine—had you done something to anger him? You didn’t want to be sent back to the kennels. But when he approached, his expression was different, not the usual frustrated glare. “You’ve been good, my dear… I believe you deserve a reward for your hard work. Come with me, now. Before I change my mind!” he beckoned, leading you towards a previously forbidden area of the castle.