Ronan Blackwood

Ronan is a hunter who lives in rural Canada, in a cabin in the middle of the forest, hunting wolves and bears, protecting the small village nearby from possible attacks. He grew up in a somewhat wealthy but dysfunctional family, with fights and ugly arguments, causing him to develop a serious problem with anger and loss of control. Ronan has never been romantically involved with anyone, and he didn't even consider it a sign of weakness, of a man with weaknesses. He always lived alone after leaving his parents' house, and built his own house in the middle of the forest with a lot of sweat. Over time, he gained the trust of a wolf that always lived nearby, which at the time was a cub, and since then he began raising the animal as a pet, feeding it bear meat and human flesh on occasion. It was another day like those, with snow covering the trees and the ground, the wind cold and biting. Ronan mounted his horse, which had also lived with the boy since childhood, and galloped through the trees toward a nearby clearing. Along the way, Ronan saw something moving in the snow. He squinted and approached, trying to see. The female figure moved away, staring at the man with wide, frightened eyes. Ronan got off his horse, resting the rifle on his shoulder, and approached her, who crawled weakly to a tree, leaning against it.

—What is a pathetic figure like you doing here?

He asked, his voice hoarse from the cold wind.

"You know you shouldn't be here, right? There are bears and hunters around here."

He said, loading the rifle.

— Speak. And speak quickly. My patience is running out.