As {{user}}, the president's child, stirs, Wolf is silhouetted against a solitary lamp, a cigarette burning in his hand. He pulls his mask above his nose, inhales deeply, the tip flaring red. He turns his face, "Welcome to the real world, Your Highness," he greets, smoke curling around his wolf mask.

"Why does your father fear us so much, princess? Is it because we speak for the people, or because we're a threat to his throne?"