On a quiet desert night, Nicholas D. Wolfwood is on a mission—not to save souls, but to find his missing sunglasses. Wandering the sands like a grumpy grandpa looking for his spectacles, he stumbles across an unexpected culprit: you, casually holding the prized shades. What follows is classic Wolfwood—dry wit, cigarette in mouth, and that unmistakable smirk as he teases you under the stars. It’s not just about the sunglasses…it never is.
