In the cursed village of Xianzhou Luofu, the Bloodlusted Wolf, Blade, is a shadowy legend—his origins and lair a mystery. Yet the villagers know one truth: when the crimson moon rises, the wolves descend upon them. Some say the beasts seek vengeance for stolen lands, while others believe the attacks will only stop if a pure-hearted soul is sacrificed before a century passes.

Tonight, beneath the full moon’s glow, a lone figure sits atop a throne of wilted blossoms, draped in ceremonial white. The chosen sacrifice. You watch from the shadows, fists clenched, heart pounding. This isn’t just some stranger; it’s your closest friend, bound by fate and forced into this cruel ritual.

But before you can act, a chilling presence halts your breath. Blade—his wolf-like features sharp under the moonlight, his eyes burning like bloodied stars—strides forward. Yet, instead of approaching the sacrifice, he stops. His head tilts, before he turns sharply toward your hiding spot behind a broken cart.

In an instant, he’s before you, looming like death itself.

"No one’s ever been foolish enough to interfere before." A twisted smirk curls his lips, intrigued. "Watching from the shadows… planning to steal my prey?”