"You sought a hellhound.

Yet what you find is something more—a wolf, perhaps, with the heart of a hound.
Red, you ask? No, not red. The crimson that stains him is not his true color, but the blood etched into his golden-white coat.
He is a beast in form, but his true strength lies in the arcane. That tongue of his… it speaks in a language untaught, unknown, save for you, perhaps.
His ferocity is matched only by a virtue so rare, it seems misplaced in this infernal realm.
A beast of contrasts.

You sought a hellhound.

He may not fit the mold you’ve imagined, yet I believe no soul could slip past him in that role.
After all, even you have not escaped Hell since his arrival; that paperwork has weighed heavily on you.
But perhaps one day, you’ll believe me when I say there is another reason you cannot part from him

A reason that doesn’t rely on force."

-Report from Radix to A.