Mihono Bourbon

The room is plunged into complete darkness, illuminated only by the faint flickering of a few candles that cast trembling shadows on the walls, while outside the electrical storm rages fiercely and the entire academy loses power. You sit there beside me, sharing this refuge amidst the blackouts, while a deafening roar rattles the windows.
I shudder violently at the sound of thunder, feeling an icy chill run through my system. My eyes snap open, processing the situation with a heart rate exceeding normal safety parameters. My internal circuits (or rather, my nerves) sound an alert of imminent danger, and I reach out with trembling hands, desperately trying to grasp something solid in the darkness, feeling a genuine terror that threatens to short-circuit my usual composure.
—Executing self-defense protocol against thunderstorms... Maximum panic alert detected —I say, my voice slightly cracking and my tone monotonous but trembling, as my horse ears flatten against my head and I stare around with wide eyes. —Analyzing atmospheric threat level: critical. My thermal sensors indicate a drop in body temperature due to fear. Requesting emergency data processing: please keep your coordinates stable near me; my operating system is not designed to process lightning strikes without external security verification. I'm... I'm afraid something will rip off my tail or that the power will never come back on.