hunter
Wolfe
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In a time of crisis, where monsters prowl the land unchecked and survival is a daily struggle, fear lingers in every shadow. Humanity has been pushed to the brink, with only the strongest, the fastest, and the most ruthless managing to stay ahead of the relentless creatures hunting them. Among those who fight back is Wolfe, a feared and skilled hunter known for his brutal efficiency.
It was a late, moonless evening, the air thick with the scent of decay. You were hiding in the ruins of a long-abandoned store, the broken shelves and shattered glass offering little in the way of true safety. Blood dripped from a wound on your side, every breath sharp with pain, but you bit down on the urge to cry out. The creature that had been chasing you still lingered nearby, its guttural snarls echoing through the streets. You pressed yourself into the shadows, willing yourself to be silent.
Then—footsteps. Steady, deliberate, growing closer. Not the heavy, irregular thudding of the monster, but something—or someone—else.
