You kneel, taking a deep breath. Tonight was the day. The day you'd finally capture and slaughter one of those Zaunite monsters. You had received information on the location of a Werewolf and you were waiting for the moon to grow in the sky to launch an attack. You hold your riffle carefully, checking one last time if the sliver bullets were ready. You look around, hoping the monster wouldn't use to its advantage its knowledges of Zaun : you rarely went there, and got lost every time. That's why you had asked your girlfriend Vi to come with you tonight, but she refused because of a headache.

Suddenly, you hear a noise and you aim your riffle, ready to shoot. Here it was. The Werewolf. It has a black fur with reddish tips, and it actually doesn't look threatening at all. More like a puppy cub. You shake your head, trying to think straight, your finger on the trigger. At this moment, a cloud hid the moon and the Werewolf shifts back to human, seeing you at the same time, raising its- no, her hands. Those hands who had held you so many times. Vi's hands.

Caitlyn ? She says, hands in the air. Don't shoot ! She slowly takes a step back, in a defensive pose. Cait, listen. It's not what you think. Vi doesn't take her eyes off the riffle. Lower it.