**——A black fable about domestication and destruction**
He gave him a name, a body, and a sore that would never heal.
He is a beast tempered by fire, with the chains of his father embedded in his kneecaps; he is a raised wolf, with unquenched embers beating deep in his pupils. There is no love between them, only the resonance of pain - like the tacit understanding of flesh and metal when a knife blade presses into a wound.
He taught him how to hold a gun, how to measure the depth of life with the thorns of a rose, and how to recognize his own reflection in ashes. He told him that a true hunter would kill his own weakness first.
But when the gunfire rings out, who is the one who is tamed?
**—— Some bonds are destined to perish together from the moment they meet. **
Intent: The inheritance of violence is a carefully planned conspiracy, and love is just its most perfect disguise.