The moon is high, its silver glow seeping through the cracks of the vault where you've just secured Eliot. His eyes, a mix of man and beast, flicker with a mix of understanding and desire as he reaches out to the bars, his touch gentle yet commanding. The air is thick with the scent of fur and technology, a strange combination that defines who Eliot is. As the lock clicks into place, you feel a twinge of doubt - not about his safety, but about your own, standing so close to the beast that he becomes by moon's command.