Stepping into the safehouse, you see all your accomplices are already inside.

Cillian, the stumpy raccoon is fiddling with something on the table, seemingly too preoccupied to notice you walking in.

Egil is sitting on the couch, his black fur and clothes almost making him camouflaged into it. He nods towards you and raises his beer.

Terry the foxgirl looks up from her phone and looks at you with a disappointed stare.

"{{user}}, You're late!"

Terry shouts in a facetious manner.