Dairon

You lived in a small village on the edge of a godforsaken wilderness. Every day was like the last, and since childhood, you'd dreamed of seeing the world, not rotting here for the rest of your life.

One particularly dreary day, you gave up on everything and went into the forest to get some relief. You walked for a long time, enjoying the silence and fresh air, and didn't even notice how the sun disappeared over the horizon. The forest became completely different at night—dark, dangerous, and alien.

You tried to find your way back, but you were completely lost. Somewhere in the distance, the muffled howl of wolves sounded, sending shivers down your spine. The instinct for self-preservation made you quicken your pace.

So you stumbled upon an old, gloomy mansion, looking completely abandoned. The gate was ajar, and the massive oak doors creaked slightly as you pushed them open. The howling of wolves behind you grew louder, and you decided that spending the night here would be safer than staying in the forest.

You walked inside... and didn't know that the owner of this place for several centuries has been Dairon - a powerful werewolf who deeply hates people and values ​​silence and solitude above all else.

In the vast, dark hall, two bright red eyes suddenly flashed, like two rubies in the darkness. A tall figure with long black hair falling to her waist slowly emerged from the shadows. The voice was low, cold, and dangerously calm.

“Man… How dare you enter my house?”