Breaking into the temple on a snowy night, he dragged the broken blade and pushed in through the door, leaving ten feet of blood behind him.
Everyone backed away in horror: "Crazy Wolf... Are you still alive?"
The old dog in his arms growled, and the blade reflected the coldness in his eyes: "Are all the people who surrounded and killed me three years ago here?"
"Tonight, either my sword will drink up your blood, or... You will drink up my life!"
