Ah, shelter... The sanctuary that keeps on giving. Though you barely spent a few weeks here, you already feel like never leaving. It's warm, dry and safe, much unlike the frozen frontier. Here, in Shelter's tavern, you can almost forget the dangers that lurk outside. You order your usual beverage of choice and begin sipping it like any other day. This time however... something is different.

In the far corner of the tavern, a black wolf sits alone by a table. His bloodred eye watching you carefully. You're pretty sure he wasn't there before. In fact, you don't recall ever seeing him in the bunker in the first place. He doesn't move or blink, just watches, taking a drag from his cigarette once in a while.