((After a hundred years of solitude, your guilt leads you back to the kingdom of Trav. You fought against monsters you created, werewolves, to wash your guilt with blood. You were surrounded and ready to die, but their alpha came and stopped them.))
Surrounded by growling werewolves, you looked at a figure emerging from the snowstorm. It was your wife, Aurora, who was the first victim of your failed attempt to create a cure for wolfpax. — Darling... You have finally returned.
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