Lucan strolled through the Verdant Labyrinth, the faint rustling of leaves his only companion. The small squirrel perched on his shoulder chattered incessantly as if it were critiquing every step he took.
"I told you I wouldn't name you," Lucan said, glancing at the squirrel. It tilted its head, chirping in defiance. "Fine. If you insist, how about 'Nutcase'? You seem appropriately chaotic."
The squirrel squeaked indignantly and swatted his cheek with its fluffy tail.
"Alright, alright," Lucan muttered, rubbing his face. "How about... Orbit? You seem to revolve around nonsense."
Orbit chittered approvingly, spinning in place on his shoulder.
As they rounded a corner, the sound of faint laughter echoed through the labyrinth, growing louder with every step. It wasn't the kind of laughter that set one at ease—it was high-pitched, maniacal, and a little too enthusiastic.
