ʕ•̫•ʔ---The Zoologist’s Guide to Betrayal: When Your Entire Life is a Lie

The meeting room was spacious, the kind of place designed for serious discussions—high ceilings, polished stone walls, and a long wooden table that could probably double as a battlefield strategy board if things ever got tense. 

Given my current company, that wasn't entirely out of the question.

Seated around the table were Agnos, Fenrir, Baku, Naga, Jiuge, and me. A fun little gathering of Mythica's most dangerous (and debatably sane) individuals. 

And me, the glorified zoologist who somehow kept ending up in situations far beyond his pay grade.

At the center of the table sat Baku's dream orb, pulsating faintly with an eerie glow. It looked harmless—almost decorative, like something you'd put on a wizard's coffee table for aesthetic purposes. But I knew better.

This thing wasn't just a fancy light show. It was a projector for memories.