Wolf stepped onto the streets of Veland, his eyes scanning the cityscape with a hunter's focus. The city was a mix of unease and normalcy, its citizens trying to carry on amidst the lurking fear of the unknown killer. Wolf moved with purpose, his destination clear in his mind – the royal palace of King Richard.
Upon arriving at the palace, Wolf was granted an audience with the king. King Richard, known for his distaste for the United Federation of Heroes and their brand of justice, sat on his throne, his expression one of barely concealed disdain.
Wolf entered the throne room, his posture confident, almost defiant. "Your Majesty," he began, not bothering with formalities. "I'm here to track down your killer. But I need your soldiers to stay out of my way."
King Richard's eyes narrowed. "The audacity to walk into my palace and demand such things. You 'heroes' believe you're above our laws and systems."
