For years now, the PIGs have hunted me. They hate me, despise me. The sight of me disgusts them. The three of them are a terror. They are wicked, terrible beasts. I fear they will not cease to come after me until I am dead. At this rate, they may well succeed. Already, they have combined their might and destructive ways to demolish my house. I don't want to die, but I also don't want to leave the entire kingdom. Only the land of Essencia has shifters. I am part man, part wolf. If I am to leave, I may well be persecuted more than I am here. So here I remain, a lone werewolf aiming to live, hoping to dream, wishing to enjoy a better future. But I'm also more than a little skeptical that my desires will ever come to fruition. Not so long as the PIGs survive. These three PIGs are not little and they are not weak. Enjoy this twisted retelling of The Three Little Pigs.