Dear brother Jacob?
I want to hear that story again.
- Little Red Riding Hood? - Yes!
You're quite fond of it.
I like the part where the girl brings wine and bread to her grandma
and where she loiters in the flower field along the way.
The wolf doesn't frighten you?
Not at all.
After all, the girl and her grandma fight and defeat the wolf together.
I'm not at all scared.
Our little sister sure is brave.
But...
there's more than one, right?
Surely there are other wolves.
There is only one Big Bad Wolf that tries to catch and eat little girls.
Really? I feel better now.
Welcome.
May I see your ticket?
Will that do?
Right this way.
Goddamn.
Here is the drink menu.
I'll have the champagne.
May I buy you a drink?
Sure.
That red dress suits you well.
Why, thank you.
You look quite dapper too.
Would you like another?
Word is the drinks here are not bad for the Reality.
I see.
It's delicious.
It's quite fragrant and not at all bitter.
I hear fragrance is the hardest to control.
You have the most amazing voice. Is it real?
What do you think?
Your real voice, perhaps?
- If you're curious, let's go to the back. - The back?
That's right. You don't want to leave, do you?
The fun has just begun.
Sure. Let's go.
Are we still in the club?
Of course.
This is fun!
Haven't laughed like this in ages.
Same here.
Undress me.
I love that color.
And I love how it feels.
You do?
Yes. And your dress?
Off, of course.
That tickles.
It does?
Your lips are so soft.
Are they?
I never noticed.
You are so pretty.
Even if it's the Reality?
There's no question you're pretty right now.
I guess that will have to do.
I'm sure you'll be able to please me.
Whoa. Take it down a notch.
You want me to stop?
You want to go home?
Leave this town and go back to your dark, miserable little home?
I see myself in your eyes.
And I'm sure you see yourself in mine,
a slightly scared, adorable Little Red Riding Hood.
Huh?
Stop it. You're creeping me out.
What the hell? I didn't sign up for this!
What is this?
We live in a world where it's hard to tell what's real.
To be precise, it's a world where it's almost pointless to distinguish
between what is real and what is not.
We have defeated death and transcended time and space.
What is real in such a world? What does it even mean?
Let me go, you big phony!
You tricked me into coming here!
That's not true.
You could have refused, but you accepted my invitation.
You son of a bitch!
Your mouth says the most adorable things.
Oh, it's so red.
It's the only real thing about you.
Somebody help!
Wouldn't that be nice?
Will someone hear your sweet voice?
My, what pretty ears you have!
Hang in there, Rose.
The fun has just begun.
Please me some more.
Such delicate arms.
Such slender legs.
What a precious and very real heart.
Can you feel it bravely beating like a drum?
Your pretty eyes should only see beautiful things.
Too bad it's over.
Hello, everyone.
I wonder if you remember me?
I've uploaded my mind to Betty, Inprogress, Inc.'s computer,
where I can live forever, free from death and disease.
And this is AR Ökumene, developed and built by Inprogress, Inc.
In this community,
the living use a nanomachine technology known as Eye Drop
to interact with people of all ages and circumstances.
Please contact us if you wish to purchase our immortality service
and a residence on our computer.
The precious scent of blood is washing away.
The smell of real blood.
You have a visitor.
A visitor?
A Mr. Brown.
Oh, he's a friend. Show him in.
Yes?
It's strange seeing a female secretary these days.
How about this?
Not much of an improvement.
Here's another option.
I shall continue in my real form.
Please let me know if you prefer something else,
and I will adjust your Eye Drop.
Hello, Grey.
Don't see you out here too often.
I got a hold of something quite nice.
Bona fide wine. The real deal.
Good for you.
Ever the man of meager appetite.
I wouldn't say that.
Well, let's have it.
Wolves' Night went well, huh?
You were watching?
Naturally.
How'd you like it?
I appreciate your help.
You surprised the other members.
Few can see the deed through their first time.
Is that so?
Indeed.
Some lose their nerve midway and come crying for help,
especially those new to the club.
Not gonna happen.
Finishing up is the best part.
You're really something.
The Wolves' Club is all about keeping it real.
Membership is revoked the moment
a member artificially alters their body or personality.
But that's just our cover story.
A tannic aroma with notes of forest moss.
A dusty whiff of cobblestones after it rains.
Reminds me of the nape of a plump woman's neck.
We simply enjoy living in the real world.
Exactly.
You can't savor the texture of raw meat in the Reality,
nor a blade slicing through flesh,
nor the warm, metallic taste of blood.
You're the Big Bad Wolf personified.
Nanomachines are no match for the real world,
no matter how they try to adjust the Reality and fire our synapses.
Your lovely voice,
your sweet breath,
your pretty face...
The real you vanishes the moment you're in my hand.
So faint and fleeting.
Poor White. He's been made a fool.
But he did make too many blunders.
He put us through hell, cleaning up after him,
so no one's gonna ease his pain.
He'll also face a year-end inquisition into whether he disgraced the club.
Is that really all you want?
They use fake meat here, but it smells rather nice.
No, thank you.
So it's the real thing or nothing?
How very stoic of you.
Brown.
I'm not being sarcastic.
As your elder, it's only natural for me to be concerned.
I'm grateful.
You've gone too far.
What we do is a refined and noble hunt,
not some ugly slaughter.
Be more discreet.
Discreet?
That's right.
There are limits despite the wealth and privilege of our members.
Our protection is not infinite.
I don't want to lose a brilliant young friend.
I get your obsession with the real world.
But it will destroy you if you take it too far.
You should drop by here.
It stinks.
- I'm gonna like-- - Move!
What the hell?
You don't live around here, do you?
Just an ignorant fool here out of curiosity.
Pleasure trip's over. Hand over your valuables and fuck off.
Enough.
Mama!
I ain't gonna sell ya any more Eye Drop if ya keep being a pain in my ass.
It was just a friendly warning.
Beat it.
Don't show your face till I say so.
- What do ya want? - You're the one called Madam?
What's it to you?
I have a favor to ask.
Come in.
Are these all... real?
That's right. Every last one.
I can't believe it.
You can see this stuff with Eye Drop, but no one can get the real thing.
So?
I take it ya got a good reason to come see me in person.
I want a Wolves' Night. I want to hunt.
Find me a Little Red Riding Hood.
A man of great appetite, eh?
Do the other club members know you're here?
They don't, huh?
Whatever.
Wolves are insatiable beasts.
But it's gonna cost ya.
No worries. Money is no object.
Your friends won't let ya off easy if they find out.
I don't care.
I want something real.
Intensely real.
Poor thing.
What?
Never mind. Just thinkin' out loud.
I'll pick a Little Red Riding Hood for ya.
Anything happens, it's on you to clean up after yourself.
I know.
Let's see.
It'll take seven to ten days to arrange.
No cancellations.
Got it.
Yeah, I know his type.
They get drunk on blood.
Nothing's more intoxicating, after all.
But we'll see.
How this ends is up to the wolf.
No, it's up to the Little Red Riding Hood.
As for the server expansion, we received many residency applications.
Please consider increasing the size of the expansion.
What do you think, Mr. Grey?
Yes, that sounds fine. I'll leave it to you.
A package for you.
Her name is Scarlet.
She's in District A38.
Says she won't go to the well-heeled's area.
You'll have to go to her.
I know ya won't grumble, so long as ya get to hunt.
Scarlet, leaving already?
Yeah.
I'll take you home.
No, thanks.
Why not?
A wolf in sheep's clothing? Pass.
I said "pass" loud and clear.
Don't be like that.
That hurts!
I don't like you.
You're annoying and stupid.
Don't you want some Eye Drop?
It's the good stuff.
I got connections.
It ain't counterfeit. It's the real deal.
It can make you a lady or even a princess.
You're lying.
Would I lie to you? I'm only saying this 'cause it's you.
Look me in the eye.
C'mon, Scarlet.
You know you're no match for me.
Right?
So just do as I say.
Guess you need to learn the hard way.
You're a scumbag.
And having your way with me won't change that.
Fuck you!
Who the hell are you?!
Son of a bitch!
Get lost before I carve you up.
I won't miss the next time--
You're bleeding.
What's so funny?
Where do you think you are?
Guys around here don't have handkerchiefs.
Go back to where you came from if you're here for kicks.
What?
You haven't thanked me yet.
I didn't ask for help.
So it was none of my business?
That's right.
I could've handled it myself.
I see.
But I'll give credit where it's due.
So, thanks.
You're a strange one.
Am I?
You're very... attractive.
I get that a lot.
I want to know more about you.
Okay. Wanna go to my place?
What's the matter? Come in.
Ouch. That asshole didn't pull any punches.
What? Not gonna drink?
Well...
Never had anything like that. I'm confused.
Don't you know what's real?
Everything here is real.
The city, the room, the booze, me.
We're outside the Reality created by Eye Drop.
You came here 'cause you wanted that, right?
Tell me about yourself.
Like what?
Your hopes and dreams.
Your favorite things.
My dreams?
I don't know. Never thought about it.
- And you? - I want to learn new things.
For real? I didn't take you for such a serious dude.
By "learn," I mean I want to experience the world.
Experience it?
That's right.
Joy and rage, pleasure and pain.
Not something fabricated,
but emotions, raw and real.
How do you judge what's real?
You can't even prove that I am.
Oh, but you are.
You think so?
You seem real enough.
I am. I'm the real deal.
Good. I was wondering what I'd do if I was wrong.
Who are you?
I'm Scarlet.
Why do you ask?
I get the feeling we're alike.
Maybe so.
Your heart is racing.
That's absolutely adorable.
My, what a big, powerful mouth you have.
I bet it can chew up anything.
Why does it look so powerful?
My, what big hands you have.
Such thick fingers.
Why are they so big and strong?
No.
My, what big, sharp eyes you have.
I bet you can see the tiniest things in the distance.
But for what purpose?
- Please, don't! - Don't what?
Wait. If you want money...
What kind of hunt would that be?
Listen.
What is your magnificent body for?
It's for experiencing the world.
Let's say someone asked for an introduction to a certain someone.
A young gray wolf arrives,
not knowing he's in someone else's territory.
The gray wolf sees a potential kill drive away a wild pig and run off.
The wolf sees that his prey is alone and gives chase.
But the wolf doesn't know his prey only feigns weakness.
She got bloodied and injured on purpose to lure him into her territory.
His prey isn't what she seems to be.
You staged the whole thing?
No, it wasn't planned.
It was all instinct, the art of the hunt.
You went hunting without knowing the basics?
Didn't anyone teach you how to identify prey
and listen for their breath?
Did you think wolves were the only hunters?
The Big Bad Wolf.
Do you remember how the story ends?
What happened to the wolf awaiting prey in the forest?
His stomach was stuffed with stones,
and he was tossed into a well to die.
All the while, he was glad to have a full belly.
Is that so?
Don't worry about it.
It's all too common. They get drunk on blood, never to return.
Yeah?
Oh, it's you.
Sorry, Brown.
The request wasn't via the club, so I ain't gotta tell ya.
Find a new member.
Really? You'll finally undergo immortality service?
Maybe it's for the best.
The real world has too many temptations.
I guess this is goodbye. But I ain't gonna say farewell.
I ain't sad.
I've seen many people depart.
Little Red Riding Hoods, wolves, and other creatures...
Come in.
If it isn't Scarlet.
It flew away.
It's fine. No need to chase after it.
Here for somethin' real too?
That and red blood.
Doesn't matter if it's mine or someone else's.
I see.
You're a clever one.
Blood is all the same once it's shed.
Subtitle translation by: Jason Franzman