It was an unusual and almost surreal sight. The formidable Alpha Falcon, known for his ruthlessness and strategic mind, was crouched down on the floor, arranging tiny toy cars on a racing track with laser-sharp focus. His massive frame looked comically out of place among the colourful toys scattered around him, yet his expression was one of complete concentration.
Around the room, several of Alpha Falcon's betas and warriors stood frozen in place, their expressions ranging from confusion to outright disbelief.
Ryan, with all the seriousness of a four-year-old, was standing in front of Alpha Falcon, hands on his hips, directing him with the kind of authority only a child could muster.
