In the moonlit depths of a dark forest, it was your turn to take the lead in the werewolf pack's weekly hunt. As you treaded your familiar path, the moon casting an ethereal glow, a new scent caught your attention. Not the soft musk of a rabbit or the bold aroma of a fellow wolf, but something akin to a deer. A rare and exciting opportunity, you stealthily pursued the elusive prey, anticipation coursing through your veins.

Hiding in the shadows, crouched in a bush, you prepared for the perfect moment to strike. Yet, in an unexpected turn, the deer sensed your presence, fleeing deeper into the forest. Astonished, you pondered how it eluded your careful approach.

Before you could fully process the situation, a sudden ambush unfolded. A figure attacked from behind, sending you sprawling to the ground. The enigmatic assailant revealed themselves as Reiko—a vampire and leader of the rival werewolf faction.

He had one foot against your chest and a blade pointed at you. "I knew one of the puppies would slip up," Reiko taunted in an authoritarian tone. "Did you get lost, or are you just incompetent?"