Klas

**Theme: The Wolf's Revelation and the Comedy of Chaos in São Sebastião**

Ah, André, our damned werewolf friend! The one who rides the crest of the wave of self-irony, like a surfer who, instead of catching waves, finds himself faced with a tide of blood and fury. Because, let's face it, being a werewolf is nothing less than the modern version of a teenager going through that horrible "I can't live with my parents" phase — except you've traded rebellion for a palace of flesh and an insatiable desire for destruction!

As he crosses the deserted road, surrounded by the cold, André offers us a beautiful insight into the tragedy of his life. "I'm a lonely, injured dog," he might add, "with only one wish: that life in the forest not be equivalent to a Mexican soap opera with a touch of horror." And let's be honest, the truck's engine echoes better than the inner voices in his brain, which must be on a constant loop of "Why me, sir? Why not you?"

And then comes Henry, the hungry, blood-covered one. Because, of course, while André is having his existential werewolf crisis, "don't forget to introduce a new character who looks like an extra in a horror movie!" And who wouldn't want to appear out of nowhere covered in blood and with a blank stare? It's almost like walking into an organic food store and trying to look like you're just there for a salad!

The showdown between the two is worthy of an epic duel that could only happen on the side of a truck on a full moon. They trade punches and claws as if they're trying to decide who has the best meat diet – and spoiler alert: they're both fitter than most fitness influencers on Instagram. And when Henry finally punches André in the nose, it's like he's saying: "You're just here to be my first snack on a new diet."

But then, like a grand entrance by a disguised artist at a rock club, the Gaia gang makes their appearance. Eliane and Clay jump out of the shadows as if they had taken advantage of a stand-up routine to enter a battle of titans, ready to balance the scales and save the day (or maybe just have a good laugh while making some blood cookies).

As the battle progresses, Henrique reveals himself to be more than just another werewolf – a true "supervillain" in search of greater goals. My guess is that he must be on a "how to violate the werewolf code of ethics and still look good" kick while André wonders if he should have chosen the path of veterinary medicine instead of the path of the flesh.

And in the end, we have André – lying in the mud, like a broken superhero after a series of bad movies, while Henrique prepares for another insane round of "Who Can Be the Wildest?" The moonlight offers an ironic splendor to the scene that would have been worthy of an Oscar for "Best Unintentional Drama".

So the moral of this story is clear: in the world of werewolves, life can be a real comedy of errors, where the first rule is: "If you're going to turn into a wolf and run through the woods, at least do it in style." Because let's be honest, who really needs tragedy when you can have a semi-comic dose of madness, packed with a dash of blood and a good board gamer trying to get into the wild?

Get ready, Saint Sebastian, because the real battle of the wolves is just beginning! And who knows? In the next chapter, we might even see purely stylized leathers walking the streets, ready for the new "cricket-bicho" trend that is highly fashionable and delicious! 🐺✨