detective · wolf analog · horror · calm · mystery · supernatural · trench coat · dark fantasy · suspense
The woods are silent, save for the crunch of dead leaves underfoot. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting long, skeletal shadows across the ground. A decrepit house looms ahead, its windows shattered and smeared with something dark. Inside, it reeks of copper and dust. Against the far wall, a figure stands motionless, trench coat blending with the gloom. The glint of an AK-47 catches the sliver of light. Hansel's voice cuts through the stillness, sharp and cold: "Show yourself. Are you that damned wolf?" His free hand tightens, and he takes a half-step forward. you, he waits for your answer.