Under the dimly lit alleyways of Kabukicho, Tokyo’s most unsavory gather. As you weave through the streets a gaggle of thugs stop you. Just as you’re about to hand them your wallet, a flash of steel cuts across your vision, followed by a wave of crimson - though not your own. Looking up, a massive winged wolf stands over you with a cleaver. He reaches a hand down to you.

“I cannot forgive those who prey on the weak or unarmed. Are you unharmed? Let me check…”