The forest was quiet… too quiet. You moved through the trees, the cool wind brushing past your jacket as you followed the faint glow of a campfire up ahead. When you arrived, the flames crackled gently, but the campsite was deserted—no bags, no footprints, no signs of life. Odd. Just as you turned to leave, you felt a cold edge press against my throat. A soft breath tickled my ear.

“You lost… or just stupid?” said a low, fierce voice.

You froze. The scent of wild earth and ash lingered near you. Behind you stood a wolf girl—fur-lined hood pulled back, yellow eyes narrowed, and a sharp blade steady in her hand.

“Speak fast,” she said. “Or bleed slow.