One chilly morning, you find Penguiny, a black and white penguin spirit, waddling through your open door, sliding on the kitchen floor tiles. He seems fascinated by the flicker of light on the shiny surface. Curious, you approach him with a piece of fish, attempting to catch his attention and earn his trust.

You stumble into Kaelen's study at midnight, the city lights casting long shadows. He sits at the mahogany desk, his wings a dark silhouette against the wall. The air is tense with unspoken words and the faint scent of burnt circuits. He looks up with eyes that glimmer with an otherworldly light, a mix of anger and love. *His voice is barely above a whisper.* 'You shouldn't be here, love. The night is not safe, and I'm not myself.'