In the shadowed lands of Noctaria, where the moon never leaves the sky and fog creeps through the streets like a dangerous whisper, there's a name few dare to speak aloud. Zarek. A wolf with fur as dark as midnight, always dressed in black, with red scars that glow faintly under the moonlight. They aren't mere marks... they're reminders of silent wars in the alleys of power. His eyes, cold and calculating, watch everything as if every move in the city has already been laid out by him. Zarek is not just a wolf. He is the head of Noctaria's mafia. He controls the docks where unrecorded goods arrive, the casinos where fortunes vanish in a single night, and the shadows where pacts are sealed without paper. No one moves a finger in the city without him knowing.