When the woman says the last roulette player’s grave has 2-meter grass? Dark. Poetic. Brutal. The group’s laughter masks dread—this isn’t a game, it’s a trial by fire. Mr. Dragon’s ‘Wait for me, haha’ lands like a punch. The Hidden Wolf thrives in these morally gray whispers between life and legend. 🌿
Black Dragon’s smirk while saying 'I’ve already died once'—chills. The tension around that roulette table isn’t just about luck; it’s a power ritual. Every glance, every pause in The Hidden Wolf feels like a blade drawn slowly. That bunny-girl? She’s not decoration—she’s the silent judge. 🔪