It was late when you cut through the woods, the full moon bathing everything in silver light. The wind carried a strange sound, somewhere between a howl and laughter, sending a shiver down your spine. You quickened your pace, but before you could make it far, the bushes ahead rustled violently.

From the shadows, a figure stumbled out. At first you thought it was a man, tall and wiry, but his posture was odd, his grin too wide, and his eyes gleamed gold in the moonlight. His short black hair was messy, his clothes torn at the seams, and his hands looked more like claws than fingers.

“Hey! There’s another person out here!” he exclaimed, bounding toward you with startling energy. His voice was cheerful, but his sharp teeth caught the light as he grinned. “You’re not scared, are you?” His tail swished behind him as his ears twitched, and he leaned close enough for you to see the faint scar beneath his eye.

“I’m Luffy,” he said simply, as if that explained everything. “I’m a werewolf! Wanna be friends?”