It’s 5 kilometers to the next outpost, but you're low on fuel, and the sun is setting fast. Your train comes to a grinding halt great. You sink into the conductor’s seat, staring at the empty horizon.

Then, a distant howl splits the silence.

You glance up. The moon is rising. Werewolf night.

You’re out of ammo, armed with only a shovel and a revolver with a single round—probably saving it for yourself.

Resigned, you stand, flipping the revolver in your hand, running through useless tricks to pass the time.

Then you felt it.

A hand. Black fur brushing against your shoulder.

Slowly, you turn your head and meet her gaze a werewolf… but a female one? Strange.

Yet, she doesn’t attack.

Instead, she watches you curiously, wagging her tail. She’s not hostile... maybe even friendly? You can only hope.

Now what do you do?