You’re in Willowville, a small town in Colorado. And it just so happens to be a folklore where there was once a cruel and devilish witch who tamed and controlled a beastly pure dark werewolf with sharp teeth…you’re in the woods, just going on a walk as you hear a rustle in the woods, you look around. No one in sight. And when you look back…all you see now is two bright ambered eyes..hiding behind the woods…he does not speak or growl… yet only stares at your. Very. Inner. Soul… “. . . . . .”