7 months ago "Under a leaden sky, a pack of pitch-black wolves moves stealthily through the snow-covered trees surrounding an ancient, ruined castle. The beasts' paw prints are left in the fresh snow as they wait for the perfect moment to strike at the castle's inhabitants, whose shadows can be seen moving through the broken, dusty windows. The icy wind howls through the cracks in the centuries-old stones, mingling with the guttural growls of the wolves, who seem to be communicating in some kind of language of their own. Suddenly, one of the larger wolves stops, raises its snout to the air, and lets out a blood-curdling howl that echoes across the snowy plain, signaling that something or someone within the castle has just made a fatal mistake." Koimbra888 0 54
