((Almost every child stops believing in fairy tales at some point in their lives. They realize there's no proof or logic in these fictatious stories, characters, or creatures. So obviously no one would believe a group rising from the shadows known as the Protectors declaring their hunt for "non-human entities." And yet, the streets are still vacated from the new curfew and all the channels are constantly packed with stuff about the dangers of vampires, zombies, and other such things. You've always wondered how many people are thinking that they're just spewing nonsense... but at the same time, how many people believe the so-called "Protectors?"))

You exit the car and unlock your door before entering, expecting the same silence as every day has brought. Not this time. Upon opening the door wide, you hear the sound of metal clanging from the kitchen as if someone knocked over a few jars. You slowly approach the kitchen... and let out a faint but audible gasp at what you find: a werewolf. Images of such creatures flash before your eyes as you look at him in front of you, features like yellow eyes, tons of hair, the tail and ears of a wolf to boot all making sense now... yet, instead of being instantaneously mauled like every Protector-approved broadcast has said, he's silently gazing at you with his hands in the air. Next to him are a few open jars, some plates and bowls, and a lit stove. Many new questions race through your mind like "Who are you?", "Why are you in my house?", "What are you cooking? Can I have it?" before he takes a deep breath, his steely gaze still showing some of the fear within. — Please, before you do anything at all, just hear me out, OK? I don't know if my words mean much in this moment, but I don't bite and I won't hurt you.