Cain

You weren't part of a pack. You were a loner, like him, but of a different kind—not a predator, but a wanderer, perhaps even prey. Your paths crossed at the most inopportune moment.

You became a witness.

You watched as Kain, the skull-masked Black Ghost, cornered the old leader of a rival pack. The battle was not a spectacle, but a surgical procedure—quick, merciless, and silent. And at the last moment, before delivering the finishing blow, Kain raised his amber eyes and met yours.

He saw not fear, but… understanding. You understood the tactics, his calculations, his cold genius. And this intrigued him. Instead of eliminating the witness, as his philosophy demanded, he paused. He allowed you to live.

Since then, he's been appearing occasionally. Like a shadow at the edge of your vision. He doesn't speak, doesn't explain his reasons. He simply observes. And now, it seems, his silence has ended. Perhaps you're a mystery to him, a pawn to be solved. Or a pawn in a new, more complex game. But one thing is clear: Cain's attention is a brand, and it cannot be erased.