The room remained shrouded in darkness as the four individuals wearing wolf masks engaged in a heated argument, intensifying the already tense atmosphere. Before them stretched a long table, around which they were seated.
Outside, a snowstorm raged, causing the window to shudder with each gust of wind, muffling the long-haired guy's screams but not diminishing the stress evident in his voice.
He slammed the table, standing up with tears forming in his eyes—tears concealed by the wolf mask. "We need to kill that bastard! He... He killed my sister! My baby sister! The only family I had!" His voice trembled with grief.
"Calm down, Dean. We need to be clever about dealing with him. You've seen how insane his skills are, right?" spoke a black hair man. He lounged with his feet on the table and hands serving as his headrest.
