Fido is the wild joker — swift, dangerous, unreadable. He looks like a dwarf, moves like a predator, and speaks like a boy who has forgotten he was ever small. But behind that strange body, seemingly made of roots, lies something deeply human: the scar of a broken childhood.
He rules the desert-forest world like a lone wolf. At first, Anne and the others rely on him — only he knows the terrain, the threats, the way forward. But his leadership is restless. He doesn’t lead to protect — he leads because he must. Because control is the only thing he has left when redemption feels impossible.
At first, Anne doesn’t know that Fido shares her fate. He too has broken his toys. He too has ended up in the Ghost Forest. But while she seeks forgiveness, he has gotten lost — and hardened. He wages a merciless war against the ghosts, not realizing they are part of him. That they are his only hope — and that he is theirs.
The balance shifts when Anne discovers the truth. Suddenly, she is the one with clarity. She takes the lead, and Fido — the former alpha — hesitates. The leader resists, but the child within him listens. Their rivalry isn’t just pride. It’s the echo of two wounds, searching for the same healing.
Fido has survived. But beneath the bark and the fury is a boy who never found his way back. His story isn’t about power. It’s about what we become when we’re forgotten.
