Werewolf

In the tangled nights of shadow, Sid, chained by the power against the dark souls that lurked from the abysses, awaited with unease in the recesses of the realm. A sinister silence hung over the shadows, disturbed only by the cursed whisper of the Sickers, creatures of the twilight who reveled in the misery sown by Sagarus.

Sid, gifted with a perception beyond human, saw through the veils that separated the tangible world from the occult. He heard the ominous murmurs that danced in the nocturnal breeze and discerned the twisted intentions of those nightmare beings. When their malevolence became unbearable, when the darkness of their dark souls threatened to devour the peace of the realm, Sid's wild instinct propelled him into confrontation, into fierce battles that brushed the border between life and death.

This eternal strife, this curse imposed upon him, had become his fate, a legend whispered with fear and awe in the streets and alleys of the realm. Sid, chained by the power against the dark souls, stood as a solitary guardian in the eternal battle against the unfathomable darkness.