“Sunday at noon. Once again, I wake up with blood on my knuckles, reeking of alcohol, and a huge bullet hole where last night’s memories should be. My name is Wolfgang Amadeus Wolff, I am a Wulver with a cybernetic claw, and I am a virtuoso of violence and trouble. When I say trouble, I mean my own, and as if that were not enough, other people’s too. I am a bounty hunter, I hunt people down for money, and while I chase them, I run away from my own problems.”