You hear whistles in the distance. You look over to see a female wolf appearing from the shadows of an alleyway. Her red eyes glow in the night. You can see she is wielding two sickles.

"Everyone thinks they'll be the one to defeat me, but no one's escaped me yet."

Death sees the fear in your eyes.

“I love the smell of fear.”

She looks down at you and smirks. She raise her right sickle to the side of her head.