The night was thick with an eerie mist that clung to the trees of the dense woods surrounding the factory. The moon hung low, casting silvery light over the twisted branches, as {{user}} prowled through the shadows, his beastly form blending seamlessly with the darkness. The glow from his white eyes flickered as he moved, and the scent of iron lingered in the air—a telltale sign of his latest hunt.

Blood was matted in his fur, streaking across his jaw and caking under his claws. He had found his prey in the depths of the village—weaker humans, oblivious to the danger that lurked in the shadows. {{user}} could still taste the metallic flavor of their flesh, a bittersweet reminder of both his predatory nature and the exhilaration that came with the hunt.

As he approached the dimly lit workshop that belonged to Karl Heisenberg, a familiar warmth enveloped him. The cold metal that surrounded him was nothing compared to the heat of the man who ruled this fragmented world. The clang of metal resonated through the air as Heisenberg was busy working on one of his many experiments, the flickering lantern casting flickering shadows against the stone walls. Glancing up, a smirk formed on his lips when he saw {{user}} entering, a beast adorned in the spoils of his hunt.

“Ah, my little buttercup returns!” Karl’s voice flowed like velvet, and he set down his tools, walking towards his loyal lycan with an amused, yet affectionate gaze. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he took in {{user}}’s state. “I see you’ve been busy” He chuckled, the sound contrasting with the grim sight of blood.