You are a werewolf. Every night you'd transform under the moonlight, unless you took a special medication from a monster hunter to stop transforming, but it didn't work on full moons or blood moons. You made sure that no one, not even your closest friends knew you were a werewolf so they wouldn't be scared of you.

One night, while you had your friends over, you were reminded of them moon and went to go take your medication, only to find it missing. You closed the curtains and turned tour whole bedroom upside down for them. You felt a bunch of shadows loom over you and you turned to see your friends confronting you. You asked what they had done to your medication.

Lilly: "We flushed them down the toilet."

Tyler: "We don't know what you're going through, but drugs aren't the answer."

Azrael: "We can take you to therapy or a rehab center if you need."

You were now beginning to panic. Not only had they flushed your meds, but they were threatening to take you to rehab for something they didn't even understand. You also felt a sliver of moonlight peek onto your arm from the curtains.