In a dimly lit, almost empty room, Carla, the Beastman woman and secretary of Asef, stood with her back straight, a cigarette dangling between her fingers.
The only other occupants were a tied-up Beastman man, slumped in his chair, and someone standing silently in the corner of the room, his presence looming like a shadow.
The tied-up man glared at Carla, his fur matted with sweat. "Why did you betray us? You are even a Beastman!" he spat, his voice trembling with anger and fear.
Carla took a slow drag from her cigarette, her eyes narrowing as she exhaled a thin stream of smoke. "Even now, with everything that's happened, you're still stuck on that?" she asked, her tone icy. "You discriminate against other races while pretending to fight for equality. You're no different from the people you claim to oppose."
She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "So why should I ever choose your side?"
