They stopped at the outskirts of a ruined city as night fell, setting up camp under the shadow of broken buildings and starlit skies. The air was cold and still, until the eerie howl of a wolf echoed in the distance.
Emma stiffened, her eyes scanning the darkness. "Was that… a wolf?" she muttered, unsettled.
Aya nodded slowly, her voice quiet. "That sound always gives me chills… especially after what happened during the werewolf uprising."
Clarissa's soft voice chimed in, calm and gentle. "The person behind that has already been dealt with. You don't need to worry anymore."
But Veronica narrowed her eyes. "Clarissa, you really shouldn't smile like that when you say stuff like that… It's kinda terrifying."
Celestia, who had been listening quietly, tilted her head. "That happened before I joined you guys, right?"
Emma nodded. "Yeah. I guess I should tell you about it so you're not left in the dark."
As Emma began retelling the story, the scene shifted.
