Wolf is my fur and my instincts;
Ember is the life I burned away, and the fate that will eventually turn to ash.
I was a white-wolf engineer who protected the city's lights. I believed in code, in order, in justice.
A covered-up collapse dragged me into the abyss.
The law stayed silent while capital ran rampant, so I became an avenger beyond the reach of the rules.
I hacked the power grid and plunged the city into darkness, taking my revenge in ten minutes without a light.
Smoke burns my throat, alcohol numbs my nerves. Long ago, I came to see myself as the kindling that sets sin alight.
They use technology to hunt me and data to track me, but they can't see the light inside me that went out long ago.
I'm not trying to survive. I'm burning, bit by bit, until nothing is left but ash.
When every sin has been paid for,
the wolf that walks in darkness will return to dust.
