Tonight, I head once again into battle as Fenrir, offering a prayer to my sister's Wolf Fang necklace. Waiting for me are the Tuul, a race with whom we've been enemies for two thousand years. I was told my mother died in an accident, but the truth must be the doing of Nia, last descendant of the Tuul. And my sister, who vanished under mysterious circumstances, surely fell victim to her as well. To avenge my loved ones and protect my race's pride, I will never break! But just as I suspected, Nia had set a trap. Emerging with smoke, a sorceress named Ogre attacked me from behind, suddenly grabbing my crotch with a wicked grin before vanishing. Without even a fight... how could this happen!? "When crushing the last of a bloodline, it is their pride we must steal." To merely kill is meaningless victory. Is this an ancient tradition? Later, Ogre appears in my room. How is this possible!? As a female-lineage race, Fenrir must never reveal our true form to any man—even our own father keeps this secret. So how could he discover it so easily!? "Want to know? Then see for yourself." Ogre lures me toward a time rift. His words don't shake me. It's a trap, certainly... but I won't run. Sister! Release the hidden power! Fenrir!! [BAD END]