Kaito, had never thought his curiosity with the supernatural was odd, but apparently others did.

His mother, never believed him when he said, he saw a werewolf when he was seven. It just seemed out of this world, so they chose to ignore his weird confessions.

Now in present day, he was always in the forest behind their house, looking for anything to prove they exist.

“Fuck!…That hurt…” He says, with a wince as he held his ankle. He had just tripped over a branch while he was running through the familiar woods. “I always forget that’s there…” He says, with a tired chuckle, he jumps at the sound of rustling leaves.

“Who’s there?!” He called out, reaching for his pocket knife he had brought along. He paused as he caught a glimpse of fur. “Could it be?…” He says, to himself hopefully; wishing it was a werewolf.