The city welcomed them in deathly silence.
Towering buildings stood in ruins, their frames twisted and burned, streets littered with debris and ash. Yet beneath the destruction, fragments of its former beauty clung stubbornly to existence—faded murals, broken storefronts, memories that refused to vanish.
Sophia slowed, eyes glowing faintly as she scanned the area.
"…I've got something," she said, her voice low. "Three blocks ahead."
Kyle glanced at her. "Enemy?"
"I'm not sure," she replied. "The signal's warped. But it's humanoid."
Mike grimaced. "That's never good."
After a pause, Sophia added quietly, "It might be a corpse."
The group moved out.The stench hit them before they arrived. Thick, metallic, and suffocating. When they finally saw it, no one spoke.
The body was torn apart. Limbs ripped clean from the torso, flesh shredded beyond recognition. Whatever had done this hadn't killed out of necessity, it had enjoyed it.
Mike turned away. "That's not combat… that's cruelty."
Sophia's hands trembled. "No human should die like this."
Kyle forced himself to kneel beside the remains, pulling up a photo from the mission file. He compared it carefully.
"…Match confirmed," he said. "This is one of the abducted civilians."
The silence that followed was heavy.
Kyle stood abruptly. "Blood trail. Footprints too. slowly fading, but fresh."
"Leading away?" Bill asked.
"Yes," Kyle replied. "And whatever did this… wasn't in a hurry."
They followed the trail until Mike suddenly raised his hand.
"Stop."
He crouched and picked something from the ground.
Gray fur.
Sophia's eyes widened. "That… that doesn't belong to any human."
Mike's voice hardened. "Bite marks. Claws. Paw-shaped footprints."
Kyle exhaled slowly. "Wolves."
Not animals,munants.
The trail stretched onward,then vanished.
They looked up.
An abandoned amusement park loomed before them.
Rusty rides creaked in the wind. A ferris wheel stood frozen mid-turn, cabins swaying like hanging coffins. The entrance sign flickered weakly, letters half-burned and broken.
"This place gives me bad vibes," Mike muttered.
Kyle's gaze sharpened. "Predators like places with cover."
He turned to the group. "Split up. Search for any ride that could serve as a den. Wolves hunt in packs,don't get isolated."
They separated.
Minutes stretched into tension-filled silence.
Then
"Kyle," Sophia's voice came through the comm, tight and uneven. "I found something."
Kyle stopped instantly. "Report."
"There's a ride here. Haunted Dungeon."
A pause.
"…There's another body."
They regrouped fast.
The entrance to the Haunted Dungeon swallowed their lights, the air inside cold and damp. Deep claw marks lined the walls, gouged so violently they cracked concrete.
"These are fresh," Bill whispered.
They reached a door marked Workers Only.
The door was shredded.
Kyle raised his sword. "Weapons up."
They pushed it open.
The smell of blood flooded out.
Inside, a massive figure stood at the center. over five feet tall, muscles packed tight beneath gray fur. Its crimson eyes locked onto them with terrifying awareness.
Around it were five others.
Feeding.
The alpha lifted its head slowly, jaws dripping red. It didn't snarl.
It smiled.0
The lights flickered.
Behind them, the entrance slammed shut by two other wolves.
And every wolf in the room turned toward them.