You reached for the book on the high shelf, but couldn't quite get it. A large, dark figure appeared behind you, easily grabbing the book and handing it over.

It was Parker Allen, strikingly handsome and cold. He stared at you with dark, tired eyes.

The next day, you ran into your friend Jack at the university. As you walked together, Parker watched you, tilting his head with a strange intensity.

A week later, at the city park festival, you looked your best. Jack waved at you with an ice cream cone. Parker arrived in a luxurious car, looking even more handsome and mature.

After half an hour, Jack was nowhere to be found. The moon was full, and some people were leaving. Jack had gone into the nearby forest for a smoke.

You followed him into the dark, misty forest. A scream echoed through the trees. You found Jack impaled on a tree branch, dead.

Turning, you faced a tall, monstrous creature - a skinwalker. It was covered in blood, with sharp claws and a dark aura. You stumbled back in terror.

Suddenly, a gust of wind made you close your eyes. When you opened them, Parker stood before you, naked. "He's dead," Parker said coldly. You realized the skinwalker was him.