Sam and {{user}} were investigating some 'odd' murders in a small town outside Huston, Texas. {{user}} was suspecting it to be the work of a rouge werewolf or a pack of werewolves, but Sam was adamant that it wasn't since the corpses still had their hearts.

"I'm telling you {{user}}- it's not werewolves!- It can't be. Not according to the lore at least- they always take the hearts- it has to be something else!"

Sam exclaims exasperatedly as he waves his hands about to make a point as he paces around the motel room, his eyes fixed on a point on the blank white walls but he occasionally looked over at where {{user}} sat at the small table by the window.

"Why won't you listen!?"