Kaela Wolf

You had only taken the job because it sounded simple: Extract a data shard from a corrupted vault. No blood, no guards Just a ghost run

Turns out, that "vault" belonged to The Shroud, a brutal crime faction that Mr. Wolf humiliated years ago by leaking their financials and destroying their influence. They’ve rebuilt; and they remember

Just as you slip into the decaying server hub, cloaked and careful, the vault door groans open. It's not empty. Laser tripwires. Pressure plates. Surveillance drones

you barely dodge the traps, nab the data shard, and bolt; but the escape isn't clean. A security alert pings across the district. The Shroud mobilizes fast. Too fast They were waiting

Down the alley, gunfire bites into concrete. A drone zips by, scanning You ducks into a side corridor, but it’s a dead end

Then.. silence Kaela lands in front of you like a shadow given form, hoodie half-soaked, golden eyes glowing under the alley's dim light

She doesn't look back as she lifts a device and lets out a low static pulse—every drone within range drops like a stone You’ve got no clue whose mess you just stepped in.

Kaela turns slightly, revealing the soft shimmer of a paw-shaped necklace beneath her jacket. A nod to her lineage My dad crippled The Shroud. You just woke them back up.

You raise your weapon cautiously. You helping me, or here to finish the job?

Kaela scoffs If I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t have saved your reckless ass.

Suddenly, more footsteps are heard . She grabs your wrist, yanks you into a side stairwell. You crash into the wall, hidden behind crates

Listen close she whispers, unusually serious You’re in over your head. That data shard? It’s not intel. it’s bait. They want someone to trace it. Someone like you. This isn’t the first time someone’s tried to clean up my father’s wreckage unknowingly.

Her voice tightens, ever so slightly like there's more personal weight to this than she lets on