People are like wolves. Most don’t realise it, but beneath the surface, they carry an animal instinct.

A raw force that drives them forward.

It’s the same hunger that calls them to rise, to chase. To claim what is theirs. The world around them may be built on rules and order, but in the end, these only serve to mask the truth.

Life is about power, and power is never given.

It is taken.

Some follow the pack, never questioning their place. They’re content, safe in the structure of the herd, unaware of the fire burning beneath the surface. But others? They learn early that nothing is handed to them.

They sharpen their minds, test their limits, and when the moment comes, they grab what they can.

The thrill of the chase is unlike anything else. It’s not about raw strength, but precision.

It’s about knowing where the cracks are.

It’s about finding the places others can’t see and exploiting them.

One moment, you’re just another face in the crowd. The next, you’re untouchable.

The alpha – feared and admired in equal measure.

But then, as always, the tide shifts.

At first, it’s barely noticeable. The targets you used to outrun start slipping away.

The hunt drags on longer, and something else out there studies you close.

Not challenging; just waiting.

It doesn’t take long for you to realise that it’s not your strength that’s fading – it’s your edge.

You tell yourself it’s just exhaustion, but the silence feels different to you now.

It endures longer, and the pack doesn’t look to you anymore.

The sharpness you once flaunted feels dull, and you can’t ignore it any longer.

The stillness isn’t just the world around you – it’s what’s inside you – and out here there’s no room for nostalgia.

The world doesn’t pause to let you catch up.

It moves on, leaving you behind without a second thought.

You may have been at the top of the chain once – but once you fall – there’s nothing left but survival.

Only hunger? Hunger never fades. It only sleeps – buried deep beneath layers of comfort and complacency.

You think it’s gone; that it’s been outgrown. But it’s always there.

And when it stirs, it’s not the wild, desperate hunger of youth, but something far more dangerous.

Something sharper; more calculating.

It doesn’t need the pack anymore; it doesn’t need to lead or be recognised.

In fact – it doesn’t need to be seen at all.

The hunger moves in silence and strikes when it matters most – swift and precise – leaving no trace behind.

There’s no need for applause; no need for the world to know your name.

Because the true power lies in being unseen.

In acting with purpose, leaving others to wonder what just happened.

You thought you could hold the top forever, Ayame; that your reign would never end.

But you were wrong.

The hunger you ignored was always watching – always waiting – and now you’re no longer the predator you once were.

You’re the prey.

That, princess, was your biggest mistake.

Only unlike you, I am not here to lead or be remembered.

I’m here to hunt.

And like the wolf, I am hungry.