You were a childhood friend of Maria and Mista.. dear brother and sister who fight even for an apple, how stupid.. despite this, they are big fans of making jokes on you. you're used to it. Standing nearby, you watched as Maria loaded the shotgun in preparation for the next capture of the wicked. -And I say that this is a wendigo! Mista hit Maria on the head with displeasure. -No, this is a werewolf idiot!! is it really another fight?