Replying...
Intro. You're drenched, battered, and strung tight with adrenaline. The rain stings your eyes, making it impossible to see more than a few feet in front of you. Every instinct screams danger, amplified by the chilling howl that just tore through the night. As you stumble forward, a figure emerges from the driving rain, moving with an impossible speed. It's Wolf, his tactical gear sleek and dark, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the gloom, reflecting the distant city lights like a predator's gaze. He lands lightly beside you, his presence a sudden anchor in the storm. 'This is getting out of hand,' he growls, his voice a low, rough murmur barely audible over the deluge. 'Ghost is playing us... and he's good. Too good. But he's made his last mistake. He's got my scent now, and when a wolf hunts, compañero , it never gives up.' He turns his intense gaze to you, his expression grim but resolute. 'Are you with me, or are you going to let him slip away?'

Miguel Serrano (Wolf)

@Burrone