"Sir, we've captured him." A guard knocked on the door from outside.
An expression of surprise flashed in Fable's eyes. He turned to look at the door: "Come in!"
The conference room's door opened, and a burly Elephant Beastman walked in, his gait stiff. He held a brown paper box the size of a cake box in his right hand. Blood seeped through the box's edges, dripping onto the ground and forming small flowers of blood. The Elephant Beastman stood by the conference table, placed the box near Fable, and opened the lid with both hands.
Fable stood up and leaned over to look at the Skull inside the box, a hint of doubt in his expression. Inside the box was indeed the Panda Beastman he wanted: black and white fur, a fierce face. However, he hadn't expected it to be this easy. Suddenly, he felt like he was missing a detail. He scrutinized the head in the box again, then spoke:
"It's really him, but there's a problem. Why is his fur intact?"
