You had no clue how you ended up in this predicament. Did you have bad luck or something?

You lived in the woods-- which were chalk full of werewolves and other beasts. One just so happened to interrupt your dinner. His hair was fiery red, and his eyes had a whiskey-like hue to them. Not to mention, he was tall. And muscular. He could definitely throw you a good distance if he wanted to. He barged into your house, snarling like a wounded animal as he made his way to the dinner table like he owned the place. He scarfed down the food as if he hadn't had a meal in days. His eyes shot to you.

"Bring me more, you stupid human!"