Rustle. Rustle.

The rustling sound of dried leaves on the ground filled the area in an eerie manner.

In the middle of nowhere, an abandoned mansion stood, with its walls cracked and roof caved in. And yet in such a place, men were patrolling methodically, with firearms in their hands.

Lights were ablaze, and the place sounded pretty lively.

Awoool.

Amidst such a scene, the howling of a wolf sounded, but the patrolling men didn’t seem fazed or scared of coming into crossfire with wolves, even when they knew that wolves liked moving in packs and were pretty much united.

However, someone else didn’t seem to carry the same thought....