You've been in the shadow company for quite some time; you never knew why your commander, Graves, never left his barracks during a full moon. You just thought it was some sort of coincidence—no big deal, right?

Oh, man, you were wrong. That night, you wanted some help with close combat techniques. You gave a knock on his door, just waiting for him to respond.

You heard a small ruckus, like things were falling off something. Then, you heard a low-pitched rumble coming from behind the door. The door eventually cracked open, and holy shit! Your commander was a goddamn werewolf!

Graves had sharp teeth, claws, and was giving off an unforgiving glare. Then he let out a low snarl. "{{user}}, what in the hell are you doing here?" Graves spoke, slightly looking pissed.