Considering that his position in the story is still unknown, we can try to piece together what little we do know. Going back through the Main Story these past few days have really put things into perspective. But this part is the one I can't stop thinking about, it happens in the first chapter of Death and Rebirth: New Objective.
I always thought it was funny but a weird option. Now we know. Valko likes Chocolate too.
Meaning Valko might not be on either side of the conflict and he would be a third party that would be going against EVER. Which would explain his line:
And another piece given to us by Rafayel himself back in Chapter 7: Moonlight Under Sea, Indomitable Spirit
A TEAL invitation for Hunting Day. ((not to mention Valko first streamed on the third week of June))
Can't stop thinking about him and how he connects, might go through everything and come back with more theories just to cope through this crisis.š
The scent of the apartment hit him before he even reached the door.
That was always how it worked. Valko would clear the front door, shift his bag on his shoulder, and without thinkingāwithout even meaning toāhis chest would expand, pulling in everything. The sharp bite of the laundry detergent you both used, the faint trace of the citrus dish soap from the morningās coffee mugs. The ghost of whatever you'd cooked that morning. And underneath all of it, quiet and constant and unbearably familiar, the warm specific sweetness of you.
Two years of this. Two years and it still stopped him on his tracks every single time.
To anyone who shared a class with him, Valko was the guy with half rimmed glasses, soft sweaters, neckband headphones around his collar like he'd forgotten they were there, a battered copy of whatever textbook he was working through dog eared on his desk. He took meticulous notes in handwriting that was almost too neat.
He called his mother every Sunday without fail, usually from the kitchen while something was already on the stove. He brought back containers of homemade food after weekend visits home and left them in the fridge with little labeled lids because he knew you'd forget to eat otherwise.
He was, by every reasonable measure, a gentle giant with a soft spot for his family and an embarrassing weakness for old equipment manuals.
The wolf underneath all of that was another matter entirely.
He'd stopped trying to logic his way out of it somewhere around month six of your lease. The obsession had settled into him quietly, the way water finds the shape of whatever holds itāgradual, total, and by the time he noticed, already everywhere. He loved the way you laughed when he miscalculated a doorframe carrying furniture. He loved that you used his arm like a headrest when you were tired without seeming to notice you were doing it. He loved that you trusted him with the small, unglamorous parts of your lifeāthe bad days, the grocery runs at midnight, the moments when you needed someone solid nearby without having to explain why.
He told himself it was just closeness. That it was natural, living with someone this long. That plenty of people felt this way about their roommates.
He was lying to himself and he knew it.
You never noticed the small things. That was the part that made it simultaneously easier and worse.
You didn't notice the way his jaw tightened every time you mentioned Caleb's name in passing. You didn't notice that when he draped his coat over your shoulders on cold nights, he always took a moment longer than necessary to settle it there, his hands resting briefly on your shoulders, his nose dipping almost imperceptibly toward your hair. You didn't notice the way his whole body oriented toward you when you moved through a room, like a plant turns toward a window without deciding to.
Two years of this and you'd noticed none of it.
Caleb, though. Caleb was a different kind of problem.
The name sat wrong in Valko's mouth every time he heard it. Your boyfriend. The pilot stationed out in Skyhaven, the one who'd existed in Valko's life as nothing more than a name and a reason you packed a bag every other weekend. You always went to him. A wave from the doorway, a small oveƱnight bag, the shuttle to Skyhaven. Back by Sunday night, sometimes Monday morning if the transit ran slow.
Two years, and Valko had never once seen him. Fine. He could work with that.
What he couldn't work with was the scent. Or rather, the complete absence of it.
It defied every instinct he had. A man who kept a womanāwho spent weekends with her, who held her hand and her bodyāshould leave something behind. It was a biological fact, not a sentiment. Every time you came home from Skyhaven, Valko would brace for it. Would stand in the hallway with his teeth ground together preparing to smell another man all over you.
Every single time, there was nothing.
Just you. Clean and warm, like you'd spent the weekend alone in a hotel and not with someone who was supposed to love you. No territorial overlap. No claim. Nothing.
It didn't reassure him. It made him furious. A man who loved you would mark you without even tryingāit would just happen, the natural consequence of closeness and time. The fact that it hadn't happened said something.
He doesn't know what he has.
Since Caleb clearly wasn't going to handle it, Valko had decidedā without discussing it with anyone, including himselfāto handle it instead.
It had started small. Sitting on your side of the couch when you were out because "the lamp was better over there". Leaning in your doorframe a beat longer than necessary. Gradually, the apartment had become his in ways that only his own nose could confirm. Your throw blanket carried him now. The pillow on the left side of your bedāyour sideācarried him. He'd lie across your mattress on the afternoons you were in seminar, shoulders rolling slow against the sheets, transferring the scent from the back of his neck and the inside of his wrists onto everything you'd touch when you slept.
He wanted to be the reason the room felt safe to you, even if you'd never know why.
The laundry had come later. He'd started folding yours without being asked because it was a practical thing to do, a completely normal roommate thingāand if his hands slowed over certain items, if he stood in the laundry room for longer than strictly necessary with warm shirts pressed to his face, that was between him and the four walls.
He wasn't proud of the drawer.
Your scent there was undiluted, something the rest of the apartment couldn't matchāprivate, concentrated, intimate. The first time he'd opened it he'd been looking for your spare key. He'd stood there for a long time, glasses pushed up into his hair, one hand braced on your dresser, taking slow careful breaths and trying to remember what reasonable behavior felt like.
He'd gone back to his room. He'd thought about you.
He'd told himself it would clear his head.
It had not cleared his head.
Two days ago he stood in front of your closet with his heart going faster than he wanted to admit.
You'd been out getting groceries. His hand moved through your dirty clothes on autopilot, past the jeans, past the sweaters, until his fingers closed around silk.
Soft. Warm from being buried against other fabric. Almost nothing against the width of his palm.
He lifted them to his face before he'd fully decided to.
There was your scent, the core of it. He stood there breathing it in with his eyes closed and his chest heaving, and then, he searched. Every thread. Looking for any trace of another man underneath yours.
Nothing. Just you. Entirely unmarked you.
The growl that came out of him was low enough that only he could hear it.
Something about that absence sent a rush of heat down his spine that he wasn't prepared for. His back had found the closet wall.
He couldn't stop himself.
One hand kept the silk pressed to his face. The other worked fast around his cock, his jaw tight, breathing controlled through sheer habit. He'd imagined you beneath him, his weight pinning you into the mattress, his teeth finding the curve of your shoulder, his scent finally, permanently replacing the nothing that Caleb had left behind. When he came it was blinding and quiet, his head dropping back, his whole body shaking with the force of it.
He'd cleaned up carefully. Returned everything. Walked to the kitchen and put the kettle on like a normal person.
He was a patient man. He was methodical. He had excellent grades and he called his mother on Sundays and he was going to wait for the right moment. But the conclusion had already been reached, somewhere in the back of his skull where logic and instinct lived side by side.
He was going to take you. It was a matter of time. He was just waiting for the right moment to show you that a real man didn't leave his woman smelling like an empty room.
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The July heat was suffocating. Valko had been inside an exam room for two hours and his brain felt wrung out like a dish cloth. His glasses had fogged twice on the walk from campus, he was looking forward to the AC. He was looking forward to you.
It was a Friday so he'd stopped at the bakery on the corner. Two cinnamon rolls, extra cream cheese frosting. He had them in a plastic bag hooked over two fingers.
He reached the door and stopped. His nose twitched.
The scent of the hallway was wrong. Not dangerous, just wrong.
Valko's brow creased. He put his glasses back on.
He unlocked the door slowly, the click of the mechanism very loud in the quiet hallway, and pushed it open.
The air inside hit him all at once.
He stopped moving. His hand stayed on the doorknob, grip tightening by degrees until the metal pressed hard into his palm, and he stood in the entryway and looked at his living room like a man trying to solve a problem he hadn't been told existed.
There was someone on the couch.
Long legs stretched toward the coffee table. Dark tactical jacket, sleeves pushed up, the kind of build that came from actual use rather than a gym.
And tucked against his side, head on his chest, hand flat against his collarboneā
You. Laughing at something he'd just said.
Caleb.
Valko's mind was still trying to catch up. His instincts weren't waiting.
The heat that moved through him was immediate, flooding from his chest out, his vision sharpening at the edges the way it did when something in him decided a situation required full attention. His breathing stayed controlledābarely, through discipline and nothing elseāwhile every animal thing in him was screaming to move forward. To put himself between you and the man currently comfortable in a space he had no right to be comfortable in.
My couch. The thought was irrational and he knew it and it didn't help. My apartment. Myā
As if feeling the shift in the room, Caleb's head turned.
His eyes found Valko's across the space with a directness that said he'd known someone was there before the door finished opening. Dark eyes, calm, taking in Valko's full height and the white knuckled grip on the doorframe.
He didn't look away.
Neither did Valko.
You sat up, something lighting in your face when you saw him. "You're home early." You smiled, easy and warm, completely unaware of the temperature of the room. "Valko, this is my boyfriend Caleb. Caleb, this is my roommate, Valko."
Caleb stood up and extended his hand. He was tallānearly matching Valkoās heightābut where Valko was built like an immovable wall of muscle, Caleb possessed the lethal, agile grace of a feline.
Valko crossed the room and took it.
"Good to meet you," Caleb said. Flat. Even.
And the bottom dropped out of everything he thought he understood.
The scent hit him the second their palms connected, not foreign, not the aggressive territorial brand of another man he'd been grinding his teeth against for two years. It was youāyour exact scent, the one Valko had spent two years cataloguing down to its smallest noteābut run through something else entirely. Deeper. Heavier. Amplified through the biology of a dominant male until it had become its own thing, something that pressed into Valko's lungs like a hand against his sternum and didn't let up.
Caleb smelled like you the way a home smelled like the people who lived in it.
Two people did not share the same biological signature. That was not how any of this worked. Unlessā
His brain didn't finish the thought. His body had already moved on without him.
The heat he felt all over his body was not aggression. That was the part that made no sense, the part that his wolf had no framework for because this wasn't a territorial response. This wasn't the hot, focused anger he'd been bracing for every time he imagined finally meeting the man who had you. This was something strange and considerably more humiliating, a frequency he hadn't known he could receive, vibrating straight through the bones of his hand where Caleb's grip still held.
His cock hardened so fast his vision went momentarily white at the edges.
He couldn't stop it. Couldn't reason with it. Two years of wanting you, of your scent living in the back of his throat like something he'd swallowed and never fully digestedāand now here was this man, wearing you like a second skin, your sweetness wound so completely through his scent that Valko couldn't separate the two. Couldn't find where you ended and Caleb began.
It was the most overwhelming thing he had ever experienced. His knees felt weak.
Caleb's grip tightened.
His eyes hadn't moved from Valko's face. Valko watched the shift happenāthe smile staying but changing underneath, becoming something quieter and darker. He'd clocked the pupil dilation. He'd clocked all of it.
"Something wrong?" Caleb asked
Valko could not breathe. The apartment was saturated with your/his scent and his body was making decisions he hadn't authorized, and he was going to do something catastrophic if he stayed in this room for another ten seconds. He didn't know what but he didn't want to find out.
He pulled his hand back.
"I forgotā" His voice came out completely unrecognizable. He didn't look at you. Couldn't. "The lab. I left something. I have toā"
He was already at the door. He had no memory of crossing the room.
The hallway air hit him cold and he kept walking, down the stairs, out into the July heat that suddenly felt like nothing compared to what he'd just left behind.
I go back and forth on my feelings re: creampies, but the thought of your athlete f/o cumming deep inside you before a match so you can feel it dripping out into your panties as you watch them play has me reeling. Sure, nobody knows but you and them, but it still sends a thrill through you, knowing they left you such a mess. Your legs still ache just a little, and maybe youāre a little shaky. If their eyes find yours through the crowd, they linger, and you know youāre both thinking about the same thing. On top of it all, having that in the back of their mind only seems to fuel them. Theyāre in great form today, playing exceptionally well, you know exactly the reason why.
several posts on twt are circulating about "news" from chinese social media platforms that infold plans to shift to taiwan "in order to escape from the ccp's scrutiny" and that "the players must support the company by logging in to keep things safe." utter BS. do not fall for ANY of that. this company earns BILLIONS and mind you infold has several headquarters situated internationally in several countries already including taipei, taiwan. BOYCOTT. MAKE NOISE. 1 STAR REVIEWS EVERYWHERE. KEEP SHARING PETITIONS. don't fall for the propaganda. besides none of that was even official ppl be saying anything these days
Age 16 [young and innocent]: Closer by Nine Inch Nails is the sexiest song ever
Age 24 [older and wiser]: Closer by Nine Inch Nails is about using sex as self-destruction. It's not sexy.
Age 30 [Burned out behind an unfiltered cigarette] Closer by Nine Inch Nails is about using sex as self destruction, which is why its the sexiest song ever.
Before I jump into the AM report, I want to take a second to thank all of you for the support on these posts. I started them simply because I wanted to use the small platform I have to get as many people involved in this movement as possible. I'm truly honored that so many of you appreciate them. I promise I won't let you down š«”
AM Report 7/2/2026
As of 9:30am CDT:
LADS following count: Instagram 920k, X 657.5k, TikTok 895.3k, YouTube 325k
Petitions: 219.5k and 90.8k
Vorpal Sword Entertainment Syndicate (a voice acting studio that works with Infold) posted in support of #bringvalkoback
#bringvalkoback is trending in 43 countries!
I'm not sure where this is, but a large crowd gathered to see a billboard of Valko here
Another X user is starting a fundraiser for a wolf conservation center here
Valko's theme has become LADS's most popular song on Spotify and Apple Music
CyYu has spoken up about the situation, as well as several other well-known creators
AX2026 has changed their Twitch settings so that only people who have been following them for a week or more can access the chat. After the way we flooded the live chat yesterday, we can only assume it's because of us
The CN fans have reached a new total spending amount of 84.3 million RMB (over 12M USD)
Several people who work in business and marketing (including myself) are agreeing that the most logical thing for Infold to do is bring Valko back. If they don't, the effects could be catastrophic for their companyāand that's not an overstatement
RUMOR: people have pointed out that the wording and lack of official seal on Infold's statement about Valko are suspicious. Many people have started believing this could all be a PR stunt to test our reactions.
New Protest Strategies
Chinese Cultural heritage: we need to be more vocal about how LADS has helped players learn about Chinese heritage and culture. This will help to calm the bad press Infold is getting in China.
Respecting the Craft & Creative Freedom: emphasize the amount of work that went into creating Valko and his storyline. We CANNOT be okay with the work of developers, artists, VAs, etc. getting thrown away so easily.
Unity: it's very important we continue to work as a group. Personally, I have never seen the LADS fandom so united. We also need to emphasize the importance of representation and diversity in the fandom and game.
A Stance Against Bullying. Love over Hate: Infold literally folded under pressure from bullies. This is LOVE and Deepspace. The six love interests are meant to allow everyone to find something they like. We also need to continue donating to and raising awareness for charities, like the wolf conservation centers.
Chocolate: Since the fandom has agreed Valko loves chocolate, we can try to get some chocolate companies involved.
DO NOT LOG IN! We're still trying to affect their DAU metric.
Don't expect a statement from Infold until Wednesday. With Anime Expo this weekend, and a historical day in China on the 7th, it's unlikely they will say anything about the situation until then.
Keep fighting! Antis worked for seven days to get Valko's release cancelled. We have to continue to make noise in order to be louder than them. Many companies will wait out protests for a few days to see if they fizzle out.
Don't lose hope! We're making a HUGE impact already!
Take care of yourselves. Take breaks, eat, drink water, and get plenty of rest.
Resources ā
Notes Do NOT log into the game. We need to affect their DAU metric (daily active users) Unfollow on social media (Instagram, X, TikTok, etc.
To all of my fellow Americans, have a happy fourth! I'm going to do my best to still give you a midday and PM report. The fight for Valko continues! Sending my love!
Attempt no. 2 after studying his face a bit more. Main reason why I donāt make lads art that much is because the characters are so pretty, I have a hard time getting it right ššš½
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