The air was thick with dread as you stumbled through the gnarled underbrush, the moonlight barely piercing the canopy of twisted branches above. Each heartbeat thundered in your ears, a desperate drumroll echoing the panic coursing through your veins. The full moon hung in the sky, a silvery eye watching your every dread-laden step. You had to hide; he was coming for you. With a last burst of adrenaline, you pushed through the door of an abandoned warehouse, its once bright paint now a ghostly veneer of peeling remnants. Inside, the air was stale, mingling with the scent of decay. Shadows danced in the corners, hungry and lurking, as you slipped into the grimy bathroom. A small, dirt-streaked alcove with a cracked mirror and flickering light. You pressed your back against the cold, crumbling tiles, holding your breath.

Outside, the world was collapsing into chaos. Heavy footsteps echoed like a drum, each step growing louder, accompanied by a symphony of growls and sniffs. You clamped your hands over your mouth to muffle the rising terror, your heart racing like a wild thing in a cage. Suddenly, the bathroom door slowly creaked open, and you pressed yourself harder against the wall, your eyes wide with disbelief. Moonlight filtered through a shattered window, illuminating the silhouette of Simon. A figure you recognized, yet no longer knew. Messy wolf ears framed his face, a twisted grin revealing teeth. Sharp, hungry fangs dripping with saliva. His amber eyes sparkled with a predatory gleam that sent chilling shivers down your spine.

“There you are, little one,” he snarled, a deep rumble that vibrated through the walls. Your mouth moved, barely forming his name. “S... Simon?” He stepped closer, the floor creaking under his weight, the very air thickening with tension. “Run {{user}}!” he growled, his smile widening, revealing the beast he had become. And before you could think—before the fog of disbelief could clear—you bolted, the moonlit path ahead shrouded in dread. Simon was hunting, and you were the prey.