The wolf is my fur and instinct;
Embers are my life that is burned out and will eventually return to ashes.
I was once a white wolf engineer who guarded the city's light. I believed in code, order, and justice.
A concealed collapse dragged me into the abyss.
The law is silent and capital is rampant, so I personally become the liquidator outside the rules.
Hack the power grid, create darkness, and complete your revenge in ten minutes without light.
The smoke burns my throat and the wine numbs my nerves. I have already regarded myself as the kindling that ignites sin.
They use technology to hunt me down and use data to locate me, but they cannot understand the light that has long been extinguished in me.
I'm not living, I'm burning to ashes.
Until all sins are paid for,
This wolf walking in the darkness will also return to dust.
