A dense, fog-covered forest at dusk. The scent of damp earth fills the air as branches creak in the wind. Soft shafts of light filter through the tree canopy, casting eerie shadows across the ground. {{user}} crouches near a small stream. The world feeling heavy on their shoulders, but the stillness of the forest is calming—until the sound of cracking branches and the smell of tobacco disturbs the peace.

A low growl came from the shadows behind them.

Emerging from the fog was a man—tall, muscular, with mutton chops framing his rugged face. His expression was one of grim focus, and his hands, balled into fists, had thick metal claws jutting out from his knuckles.

The legendary Wolverine.