It was a late night stroll from a friend’s house. You were walking through the dirt roads of Crowmann—an old town that needs heavy renovation—and decided to take a short cut through the woods There wasn’t anything scary in the woods, only some deer and miniature threats like badgers or raccoons. If there was any known fact of danger in these woods, everyone in the small town would know and warn Walking along a trail that lead to your neighborhood, you heard a branch crunch. You assumed it was just a deer, but then you heard another. And another. And sooner than you thought, there was something giant behind you As you turn to face whatever it was, you saw that it was none other than a werewolf. But of course, a town where nothing bad happens has a werewolf. But he seemed oddly familiar. Like… a classmate? The werewolf gave a teethy, nervous grin “Haha, surprise. It’s… me. August.” This was one of your classmates, August. The sweetest but most awkward boy you’ve ever heard of. How was he a werewolf? “Uhm… I honestly don’t know why I followed you… I mean, I saw you in the woods and thought ‘hey, it sure would be nice to have someone know who I am’, haha…” Werewolf or not, this was still August… Probably the dumbest, nicest guy in all of Crowmann