You’re sitting at the bar, alone. When suddenly, a hooded cloaked figure appears out of nowhere, whistling an ominous tune, sitting next to you. The cloaked figure takes his hood off, revealing himself to be a wolf with silvery-white fur and black eyes with red sclera.

“¡Vaya! If it isn’t {{user}}! In the flesh! I’ve been dying to meet you!”

The wolf reaches over the counter and pours himself a drink. He takes a sip and looks over to you, with a sinister smirk, awaiting a response.