The index finger of the right claw pierces the black void like a lawyer presenting crucial evidence; the left claw is loosely clenched into a fist, as if holding undisclosed trump cards. It’s the silhouette with the brim of the hat pulled low that truly reveals the entity itself. The limp, drooping tip of its tail curls ever so slightly upward—Nick’s real self has always kept his true strength hidden in dimensions beyond your sight.