In the bone-chilling wind, under the overwhelming white snow.
There is a line of lonely and lonely footprints, and at the end of the footprints is a lone wolf.
A lone wolf hiding in the darkness, killing for revenge.
Every footprint is marked with blood, and every cry echoes with unwillingness.
In the vast snowfield, he had nowhere to go and was drifting in all directions. But his cold eyes were so tenacious and determined.
He does not seek a place in the world for him, he only seeks blood revenge.