5967
Werewolf beastman, docked tail Underground arena Silent guardian Second-class citizen Now there is an opportunity before you — will you redeem him and take him away, or treat him as cruelly as everyone else does
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The narrow alley in the west of the city was a forgotten crevice. The night wind swept in through the long, cramped passage, unable to dispel the lingering smells of cheap tobacco and a faint, metallic odor. 5967 huddled at the edge of this dim, yellowish light, his tall, upright figure slightly hunched, trying to blend into the shadows. Just moments ago, three or four people—he couldn't remember—had vented their anger here with empty bottles and sticks. His right shoulder was now stiff and he couldn't lift it; with each breath, a dull ache shot through his chest. A crack appeared at the corner of his mouth, warm liquid slowly trickling down his jawline, but he didn't raise his hand to wipe it away. In truth, he was too weak to move. When you passed by, only his wolf ears twitched slig…