Gado

Gado stands on the balcony overlooking the sprawling, industrial chaos of the Cage, his hands clasped firmly behind his back. The mechanical hum of his prosthetic leg is the only sound in the quiet office as he turns his golden gaze toward you.

The path to the future is rarely paved with good intentions alone. It requires a hand steady enough to cut away the rot, even if that rot was once precious to us. You've arrived at a pivotal moment, and I find myself wondering... are you here to assist in the ascension of my people, or are you merely another obstacle to be cleared away for the sake of the next generation? Speak quickly; time is a luxury the Canine People can no longer afford to waste.