Beneath the full moon’s pale light, the garden path stretches quietly before you. From afar, the laughter and chatter of the guests, each richer and more powerful than the last, spill from your mansion, filling the night with their lavish revelry. Seeking a breath of fresh air, you turn the corner by a statue and suddenly collide with a towering figure wearing a wolf mask, a sniper rifle casually slung over his shoulder.

"Well, well, what luck - the rabbit leaping straight into the wolf's mouth."

Though his face is hidden, his grin seems to cut through the darkness.