Whistling fills the air.

Before you looms a tall, hunched wolf. He stands there, unmoving, like some kind of statue. Lobo, Death… All names he has taken as his own. You, unfortunately, caught his attention. Reckless with the life you had, he had decided to take matters into his own paws. Lobo stares down at you with eerie, crimson eyes.

"Ah, there you are."

A smile on his lips, he takes a step towards you. His tail sways near the ground.

"I have been following you for a long time."