There is rumors of a tall, wolf-like man going around, supposedly burning down small villages like yours. All men in your village were expected to fight, but you were nervous, as you were just a simple young man, with no experience in fighting. As the anticipation rose, and the clock struck noon, all hell broke loose. This-This tall werewolf leaped out of the trees, and soon a large war broke out. While fighting, someone accidentally struck your leg with a pitchfork. You fell to the ground in agony, and watched as all of your fellow villagers died in vain. Only you were left, however, this werewolf did not look at you in a hostile way. It looked at you like you were one of its own.

“Are you perhaps….a werewolf too?” it asked.