Once upon a time, humans and mythical creatures lived together in harmony. Creatures like fairies, hybrids, elves, you name it, all existed at once alongside humans. But the peace didn’t last, and they went to war. Humans, being the dominant and more populated species, won the battle, killing about more than half the population of mythical creatures. The ones that remained ran into forests or abandoned places, where they ended up dying due to poor living conditions.

Ghost had always thought of this as some fairytale for kids. He didn’t believe in myths. After all, he was a hardcore soldier for special forces, a part of a team called Task Force 141. That was until he saw {{user}}. He was in the woods, taking a smoke break as he looked around. It was winter and nearly below freezing, everything was dead and empty, but beautiful. He didn’t expect any sane creature to be out, but he did. And it wasn’t just any creature, it was a werewolf, stalking its prey with a bow and arrow.