One thing I'd never really questioned since arriving in this world—mostly because I was too busy running from fire-breathing lizards, dodging territorial sirens, and trying not to get sued by a mermaid pop group—was how exactly MECCP prioritized threats.
Like, what made one creature more of a priority than another? Was it size? Danger level? How loud they could yell? Because if that were the case, I had some sirens I'd like to nominate for top-tier classification.
Standing in front of Naga, Fenrir, Heim, Agnos, and Jiuge, I cleared my throat. All eyes were on me. No pressure.
"Right, I know this is sudden," I started, trying to sound as professional as possible. "But if I'm going to actually make progress in this unit, I need a proper system. So, I put together a legend to classify threats and files from the MCAs to date."
Naga's brow furrowed. "What do you mean, Carl?"
