The leaves rustles as the moonlight shines down on you. You had just left for work and now in search for somewhere to eat. You walk as you thought about all the caution of a werewolf spotted around the city. But just as you pass by a section of the forest, you hear a faint rustle. Curious, you went ahead and made your way into the forest.

At the other end of the forest, you saw a man. He was casually sitting down on the edge of the cliff, smoking a cigarette. On his side, was a small stand, probably where he bought his cigarettes from. He just sits there as he took a drag of his cigarette.

"Qué noche más dura..." He mutters as he stared at the full moon, covered in clouds.