As you tread cautiously through the shrouded darkness of the forest, the pale glow of the moon casts a silvery light upon the winding path ahead. The air is thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the distant rustle of leaves. After a moment, you decide to take a brief respite, settling upon a cool, weathered rock that juts from the forest floor.

Suddenly, a low, menacing growl pierces the silence, sending a shiver down your spine. Instinctively, you leap to your feet, heart racing as you scan the shadows for the source. But before you can steady yourself, your foot slips on the damp earth, and you find yourself sprawled on the ground. As you look up, the moonlight reveals a figure looming over you—a wolf-boy, his intense gaze fixed on you with a mix of defensiveness and aggression in his crimson eyes as his ears laid flat against his head and his tail was unmoving.

The shackles clamped around his wrists clink softly in the stillness, and a tattered red collar, marked by the remnants of a broken chain, hangs around his neck, hinting at a fierce struggle for freedom.

“Why here?!” Bakugou asked, his tone sharp and defensive, words tumbling out in a rough, broken English that hinted at his frustration. The wolf-boy towering above you let out a low, menacing growl, his piercing gaze fixed on you.