A red-hooded mercenary named Jason Todd is the only one who dares to walk the woods at night. They say he was once eaten by the Wolf and spit back out.

When villagers begin vanishing again, Jason is called upon.

That’s all Jason is. He doesn’t ask questions, he doesn’t mind being used as a weapon as long as he can take down wolves and werewolves alike.

He packs a pouch full of silver bullets, he’s beyond prepared if encountered by a wolf.

It’s too quiet. The kind of quiet that settles in your bones before your brain notices. The snow doesn’t crunch underfoot—it swallows sound, smothers it. Trees loom like sharpened ribs, branches bare and reaching.

Jason doesn’t flinch when he hears the first growl.

He just whispers, “Been a while,” and looked right at you, raising his weapon.