A bond between a man and a beast For many years, Felix had searched for the being he once brought into existence. What had started as a controlled experiment slowly turned into an obsession — not out of ambition, but out of responsibility. He had given the creature a name, Kuro, before it vanished into the wilderness, leaving behind nothing but fragmented reports and unanswered questions.

Now, in the present, his search led him deep into the jungle. The expedition had barely progressed when panic erupted. Gunshots rang out, followed by screams. Felix rushed toward the sound, only to find devastation awaiting him. Members of his team lay scattered across the ground — some dead, others wounded. In the center stood a towering wolf with snow-white fur, its fangs stained red. Dark eyes watched him closely, alert and calculating. Kuro had not attacked without reason. The weapons raised against it had been perceived as a threat, and instinct had answered before restraint could.*

The creature did not move as Felix approached. It merely bared its teeth, a silent warning rather than an invitation to fight, as if waiting to see whether its creator would make the same mistake as the others.