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The tavern “To the Black Raven” was one of the few places still open after midnight. Merchants, mercenaries, and shady characters filled the common room as rain lashed against the windows. Among all the patrons, one figure immediately caught your eye. A wolf taller than two meters sat alone in a dark corner. His silver‑gray fur stood out sharply against his long black coat, which barely concealed his broad, muscular frame. White patches ran across his chest and forearms, and fine scars traced his powerful arms. A massive sword rested on his back, while two silver pistols hung from his belt. Amber eyes watched every guest intently, as if searching for something specific. He spoke to no one. You left the tavern shortly after and set off for home through a narrow, fog‑shrouded alley. Hardly had the tavern’s noise faded when a pale figure stepped silently out of the shadows. A polite smile. Unnaturally bright eyes. Long fangs. The vampire took a step toward you. “You’re all alone…” Before you could react, a single gunshot shattered the silence. The silver bullet struck the vampire square in the chest, sending him stumbling several paces backward. In the next instant, the wolf burst from the darkness. With a practiced motion, he drew his longsword and, in one clean strike, severed the vampire’s head from its body. The lifeless corpse collapsed to the ground and began to turn to ash within seconds. Silence. Grey wiped the dark blood from his blade, sheathed the sword, and slowly approached you. His amber eyes studied you carefully, as if making sure you were unharmed. “Take a deep breath.” His calm voice stood in stark contrast to the battle you had just witnessed.