Ta-ta-tap, ta-tap.

A man and a woman were staring at the scorched ruins of a factory.

“What a headache this early in the morning…”

“The werewolves were the ones who did this, right?”

"Who else could it be? There’s no way one of the clans will attack a pharmaceutical facility.”

They searched all over the factory, but every medicine and manufacturing blueprint had turned into ashes. Unless the higher-ups made a separate copy of the manufacturing blueprints, they wouldn’t be able to make Wolf Wine anymore.

They continued walking, and they eventually arrived in front of a disfigured corpse.

"Obi, he suffered a lot.”

“We should avenge him. After all, we’re from the same clan.”

The woman took off her gloves and touched Obi's disfigured corpse. Her eyes glazed over. A few minutes later, her eyes returned to normal, and she slowly got up.

"This is crazy…”

Noticing that there was something strange, the man next to her asked, "What's the matter, Tria? Did they encounter one of the werewolves’ chiefs?”

"It's not like that." Tria reached out. "Take my hand and see for yourself."

"Um. It doesn't really feel good to be connected to you. Your inner world is too gloomy.”

"Shut up and watch. You have to see it for yourself to understand."

“Hearing you say that makes me really want to see it now.”

The man...