Hunts alone. Eats last. Never leaves one of his own behind.
| Name | Kenan Demirkol |
|---|---|
| Origin | Turkey |
| Role | Fighter |
| Archetype | Muscle |
| Rarity | Legendary |
| Preferred row | Front |
| Stat grades | Health B · Attack A · Defense B · Speed A |
| How to get | Pick as your first hero, or get as a free gift later. |
| Status | In game |
Kenan came home from the Long War with a medal he never wore. He had a limp he never mentioned. His regiment had broken apart across half a country. The list had forty-one names, and he meant to find them all before winter. He unpacked nothing. He sat on a harbor wall at sunset and made a list of names.
He spent four years finding every survivor of his regiment. He brought them back, one by one, to wherever they needed to be. He asked for no thanks. Two of them hid behind new names, and he learned to wait outside until they came out. Some doors took three visits to open. He knocked a fourth time.
The Old Man met him on his third return trip and offered work. Kenan agreed on one condition: if anyone in the Mansion went without a meal, he would eat last. For years he sat at the far end of the table. Other guests noticed, and soon the Mansion kitchen never ran out of bread. No one in that house ever went hungry. The wolf guarded the pack, not the door.
One evening a Letter waited under his plate. He let everyone finish first, then read it. He rose from the end of the table and stood among the ten. He says the pack is a promise, and a promise has no rank. When he fights, the room goes quiet. You are now part of his pack. "The pack eats last."
“The pack eats last.”
