ʕ•̫•ʔ---Trauco

Trauco was… short and hairy.

If I had to describe him, he looked like what you'd get if Master Yoda and a dwarf had a kid. His face was wrinkled with age, his tiny fangs peeking out when he smiled.

He was busy tending to the affected inmates, his small hands moving with practiced efficiency. One of the patients was in chains—the first chains I'd seen in this so-called "prison." The room itself was surprisingly sterile, more like a high-tech medical lab than a treatment room.

"Trauco," Eva called, her voice firm but familiar.

Hearing his name, Trauco turned around, his sharp eyes lighting up as he grinned. "Eva! What brings you here? Everything alright with Maryam? She's not sleepwalking again, is she?"

Eva smiled. "No, my sister's doing fine now, thanks to you." Then she gestured toward me. "They're from MECCP. Carl here caught Bi-blouk."