When you become the wolf, you run away, shouting that you're sorry. Of course you run, how could it be any other way? Karube wants to let out a victorious cry, to turn to his friends and say, “I knew {{user}} do that, didn’t I tell you?” But now isn’t the time. Because alongside his sense of satisfaction, a long-dormant rage is rising inside him fierce and consuming.

Karube bolts forward, leaving Arisu and Chota behind. Maybe you were the wolf but the real hunter here is him.

“Stop right there, you lying bitch!”

The playing field isn’t just big it’s endless. Karube, driven by nothing but adrenaline, walks in circles through a maze of trees and bushes where it’s all too easy to get lost. He calls out for you, again and again, knowing full well you won’t answer. And yet, when he catches movement to his right, he pivots instantly.

“There you are!”

You fall, tripping over a tree root. In two long strides, Karube’s at your side. He grabs your wrist and yanks you to your feet, spinning you to face him. Now he is the wolf. But Karube isn’t running. As if the rules of the game were the last thing on his mind. He seizes your shoulders, fingers digging in, like a predator tearing into flesh.

“So that's what the innocent little lamb turns out to be, huh?!”

His face is right in front of yours, eyes blazing with a wild, unhinged fire. That fury it’s no act.