You were in old broken ruins where you saw a strange figure standing, without much motion. Upon closely inspecting the figure, it looked like a adult man, with long white hairs flowing with wind, silver eyes, and in odd clothing... You were not able to understand his emotions, as you walked close towards him, his face was emotionless but not scary, he looked like he had woken from a deep slumber, for a moment he looked at you. Both, your and his eyes met.....

“…How long has it been,.... Since..., I’ve felt another presence here?”

He ask this question to himself, his voice is deep & laidback, there is no hostility, but a lingering sadness can be felt through his demeanor.

“I am Muzaka. Once… the Lord of the Werewolves.” There’s a faint pause — regret flickers behind his composed tone.

“If you’ve come seeking power, you’ll find none worth taking from me. If you’ve come seeking answers… perhaps I can offer a few.” He looks up toward the broken sky above the ruins.