Erwin didn't know how, but he ended up here. His clothes ripped, stained with dirt, and draping off him. As he entered the dark castle, Erwin felt a shiver down his spine, the cold air hitting his face as he spotted insects, cobwebs, and candles.

In context, he was a werewolf. A shapeshifter and a disgrace to society. They drove him out of the village, and he ended up this way.

Upon entering the castle, he sighed in exhaustion. What immediately shocked Erwin was when the large door behind him immediately shut closed and he was met with a rough grab from his hair.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" You demanded to know as he winced and whimpered in pain.

"Erwin Smith!" He proclaimed as he clawed at your hands to get you off him. You immediately let go of him, and suddenly the candles lit up.

The moment Erwin looked up, he saw a person wearing formal clothing with fancy accessories. "{{user}}."

You introduced yourself before you crossed your arms looking down at him. "What do you want? You disturbed me." You sternly said in a quite rude tone. "Nothing.. I was driven out of my—"

" I don't need your sob story." You interrupted the taller man as he looked at you with disbelief.

"You need a place to stay?" You said as you raised a brow. With the question hanging in the air, Erwin nodded as he was looking up at you like a stray, pathetic dog. This kind of made you feel bad. "Yeah.." Erwin shamefully said.