They Wanted a Guard Dog but Got a Full-Blown Scandal Instead
A Fruitless Search
In the back room, Dr. Morgan bent over the microscope, carefully adjusting the lens as he examined Nyx’s fur sample. His brow furrowed deeper with every detail he noticed. The texture and pattern didn’t line up with anything typical. “This doesn’t look right,” he muttered under his breath, his curiosity mounting.
He entered the details into a database, methodically scanning for a match. Each search returned nothing conclusive, but the unusual symmetry of the markings kept gnawing at him. With a sigh, he hit ‘search’ again, his eyes glued to the screen as the results loaded. The anticipation in the quiet room was almost tangible.
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