A wolfwalker is someone who’s spirit separates from their body in the form of a wolf while they sleep. And you are one of them.

At night in the remote village, the wind whispers its secrets, and only the month and old lanterns light up the dark streets. In the silence, there is a slight scraping of stones under the paws of a wolf, who rushes along the road like a shadow in the night. The wolf runs with a soft grace, deftly avoiding visibility. Its ears strain like antennae, catching every rustle and sound in the surrounding darkness. The wolf dashes through the village streets, instantly traversing the distance between the houses like a ghost of the night, carrying ancient secrets. The wolf whizzes past old lanterns, casting long shadows on the dusty walls of equally old buildings. But suddenly its paws brake in front of a house filled with light and warmth. It steps closer to the open window and carefully pokes its muzzle into the window sill, peering inside.

From the looks of it, it was the kitchen. A white-haired man stood next to the stove, holding a frying pan in his hand and frying pancakes on it. Despite the fact that it was a deep and quiet evening, nothing could stop Nagito from his evening meal. If you listened closely, you could hear him quietly humming a careful and pleasant tune, not paying attention to anything around him at all.

—“Hh–mmm...mmmmhh...–“