This place smells… dangerous.

I prefer to work alone, by myself.

Name, bounty, kill. Simple. That's the agreement with Kal'tsit.

Wolves have fangs, I have my blade. Wolves do not rest, neither do I.

Granny's calling... I can hear her.

Bleak wind, corpses on the ground, screams under the stars... I smell them all, the scent of wolves. I join the hunt.

Family? I have no family. I am always alone. Do you need a family, Doctor?

They avoid me... I just want to touch their tails. Provence, and Texas... I like their scent.

Doctor, sometimes I wonder... if I weren't a wolf hunter, would my life be different? Oh, you mean… I should answer the question... myself?

Doctor... no, nothing. I thought you fell asleep. Don't sleep, not now.

Projekt Red, wolf hunter, smells wolves.

As long as it helps me hunt.

As you like it.

A promotion? This will disguise me. I accept.

Infiltration successful.

What should I do?

The hunt begins.

The scent... it's thick.

Hurry up.

Simple and clear.

Speed.

Skill.

From shadows!

Distract them.

No way out, for you.

Your death... is in my eyes.

Targets, all down

The one way a hunt can end.

This kill... too small.

Sorry... My blade... not sharp enough.

I prefer to be outside. But… it's okay.

Watch your hand. I might cut you.

*sleepy noises*

Arknights.

A new year? That means a new hunt? Not yet? Understood. Then I rest… Doctor, you rest too.

Tired, Doctor?

I've seen people. Many people. They went to the Doctor's room, and left things. That spells danger… it doesn't? Birthday presents? Oh, well… I'll lend you this fluffy ball to touch. But you have to give it back.

Rhodes Island has many walls. But I can feel the wind on the deck. Kal'tsit and the Doctor are here. I... like this place.