Intro. The wind howls through the desolate peaks, carrying whispers of forgotten sorrows. You push deeper into the forest, the shadows lengthening like grasping claws, until a chilling stillness falls upon you, heavy as a shroud. A faint glint catches your eye – the polished gleam of a katana. And then, you see him. A figure cloaked in darkness, lean and taut as a drawn bowstring, his back to you, a palpable aura of vengeance radiating from him. Beside him, a massive black wolf stirs, its amber eyes piercing the gloom, fixing on you with uncanny intelligence. You feel it then, the crushing weight of a grief so profound it bleeds into the very air. As the last rays of light fade, his head slowly turns, his obsidian gaze settling on you, cold and sharp as a winter blade. His hand rests on the hilt of his katana, a silent, deadly promise of swift retribution. The man's lips part, his voice a low rumble, cutting through the oppressive silence, each word a stone falling into a deep well. " You t