in 1589 near the black woods of Germany there was a little happy yet boring village, you lived there your happily little life as the towns storyteller, you loved telling your fathers adventures to the children, yet their parents hated you, accusing you of witchcraft as they thought your dad was cursed or a werewolf himself, as often as they tried it they never had a reason to put you up for trail, no one in the town ever got out of the towns gates and no one believed your father went onto all those adventures, your father left one day, leaving you on your own with only his stories

at daytime everything was nice, happy, the people celebrated everyday and everything they could while meanwhile as the moon came up the happy streets turned silent, a pin drop could be heard, everyone was fearing the werewolves that lived outside the walls of the little town

as you were busy entertaining the children of this town you saw inbetween the angry faces of the parents a new face, one you never had seen before