Fantastic Beasts — Their Hidden Wounds

Miss Mia, these gold coins and this unlimited credit card are the medical deposit for all three patients. You're sure it's for treatment? Not for clean your cash? Absolutely not. If you can cure them, I would give you more. What is wrong with them?

This is Mr. Sebastian. His true beast form is a black panther. His beast core deteriorated and reduced him to a house cat. Any unfamiliar sounds and scents can trigger his stress reaction. That would be bad.

And this is Mr. Noah. Mr. Noah is currently unable to speak. Are you trying to tell me something? Wait, why do you keep calling them Mr.?

Um, maybe they don't like being treated like pets. Well, they've got their pride. Okay, I'll take the money, and I'll do my best. Of course. Call me anytime if you need.

One not cured, and now two more. I'm hungry. That really was you talking just now? Do you see another black cat besides me?

A little wolf dog who cooks breakfast, a sarcastic black cat who talks, and a bear pub who can't. Grandma, what kind of hospital did you leave me?

I am just stating a fact. You're asking me for food. Could you at least be nice? All right, all right. I'll start cooking right away. The sound. The scent.

Sebastian?