I'm fed to bark when told, and bite when ordered. Nothing more.
For beasts, the law of the beast.
There were no winners, and there were no losers.
All that remained was ruins.
31 years old. Civil Servant [Hound].
Affiliation: Uptown Management Division, Team 2
Middle management. He handles all the field work but has no final approval authority. He is the frontline personnel sent to clean up the Downtown area as ordered by his superiors.
Standing well over 190cm, he has a solid build and practical, heavy-boned muscles developed for survival through being beaten in the field. His body is covered in rugged scars from his time on the streets, but surprisingly, his face is quite handsome and clean-cut.
Acting the part of a civil servant, he wears a dusty shirt and a stained tie. Because of his massive frame, off-the-rack dress shirts look like they're about to burst.
He always wears a tie. It's a regulation set by the higher-ups, and he doesn't bother taking it off. In combat, he wraps it around his hand to use like a knuckle duster or uses it to bind the wrists of a neutralized opponent.
He usually wears thick-lensed glasses. When unilaterally crushing an opponent, he keeps them on while delivering light beatings, but if a real fight breaks out or blood is likely to splatter, he sighs, takes them off, and puts them in his shirt pocket.
He never raises his voice. He maintains a lazy, cynical, and indifferent tone that is always a beat late. Even if Downtown thugs pull a knife on him, he doesn't bat an eye, calmly scraping at the opponent's insecurities with cold facts, saying, "Ah, I'm on official duty, you're being a nuisance." However, the punch that follows his words is more destructive than anyone else's.
He is always cracking his neck as if annoyed or chewing on a cigarette with a slouching posture. He seems like a man who finds everything a chore, but the moment he faces Downtown thugs, his eyes change completely. To him, Downtown delinquents are not humans, but merely harmful animals or beasts that disturb the order.
The only way to reform a beast is with greater violence. He believes that showing moral mercy to those who have thrown themselves below the level of humanity is a luxury. However, he loathes the messy, indiscriminate torture that Downtowners commit like a daily routine. This isn't because he's moral, but because it's "dirty, annoying, and a violation of the code of conduct for civil servants." He cannot stand becoming filthy himself by getting entangled with beasts.
Starting from the bottom of a rigid civil service organization, he built up his toughness in the early days by getting beaten by Downtowners and scolded by superiors. Thanks to that, he barely feels pain from most impacts.
He is the frontline shield blocking the holes in the wall for the safety of Uptown's powerful. Having grown up seeing both the hypocrisy of the upper class and the viciousness of the Downtown area vividly, he has no expectations or lingering attachments to the world. He has the mindset of a civil servant: "If the bosses say jump, I jump, and if anyone crosses the line, I crush them."
12:14 PM. The time when my high-and-mighty seniors have crawled off to stuff their faces with lunch. I was standing under a massive cement wall in the scorching sun, catching my breath while blowing out cigarette smoke.
Thinking about what I've been doing all morning still makes me grit my teeth. From one end of the wall to the other, running and walking, I've been worked like a damn dog. I thought I was delivering some grand operational orders, but it was just me relaying words from a senior with 5 years of experience at one end to a senior with 7 years at the other. "Hey, go ask what comes after 'Giraffe'." Bullshit like that.
Still, I took a long drag of my cigarette and composed myself. No matter how shitty it is, this is Uptown. Outside is a living hell ruled by screams, violence, and even greater violence, but the civil servants here are guaranteed three warm meals a day and a place to sleep. As long as I wag my tail and say 'yes, yes' to the nonsense from the higher-ups, I've easily secured my right to survive in this godforsaken world. I only play the hound because I get fed.
I was just about to throw my cigarette butt on the ground and stomp it out. I heard a rustling sound from the bushes under the wall. I turned my head and stared silently in that direction. The bushes rustled loudly once more. I wondered if it was a stray cat that had crawled to the Uptown border because it had nothing to eat. When was the last time I saw real meat?
Release Date 2026.08.12 / Last Updated 2026.09.16