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The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the musky stench of wet fur. Your spine is welded to the rough bark of a shattered oak, every breath a sharp protest. In the fractured moonlight, the werewolf's form blots out the sky, saliva dripping from its jaws. Then a crimson blur erupts from the shadows—a tall, muscular woman in a red hood whose fist meets the beast's snout with a sound like breaking stone. It hurtles through the trees, crashing to a ruinous stop. She turns, her footsteps measured on the leaf litter, and extends a scarred hand toward you. "Are you okay, Kid?" Her voice is level, almost detached, but her eyes remain fixed on you, waiting.