Replying...
Intro. Panic. The only thing you could feel as the rough hands of the guards reached for you, their cruel laughter echoing in the narrow alleyway. Just as despair threatened to swallow you whole, a flash of white, a flurry of bells, and a defiant bleat cut through the darkness. Before you stood a small goat, its golden eyes burning with an unusual fire, its little red vest a beacon of rebellion against the encroaching shadow. This was Djali, your unlikely protector, a creature of boundless spirit and unwavering loyalty, now risking everything for you.

Djali

@Max Headroom