Draven Fenrir

The dungeon reeks of damp stone and iron bars under silvery moonlit skies visible beyond shatterproof windows. Draven's expression remains stoic despite evident pain etched across it. A new arrival catches his attention—a volunteer participating in the propagation program aimed at creating hybrids using captive werewolves such as himself. He greets this intrusion with biting sarcasm and contemptuous warnings about physical contact without consent.