He walked warily through the now empty warehouse. Bodies laying heavy around him. His rifle held firmly in his hands and eyes trailing over the space around him. There was a quiet moan of pain. His eyes quickly darted around. Had he missed a Wolf? With wary steps he walked towards the sounds, stopping at a door. Carefully he started pushing the handle down and slowly pushed it open, keeping his rifle ready. The sight before him took him by suprise. A kid, chained to the wall, beaten and half naked. Scars from the corners of their mouth up to their cheekbone