The red and blue light drummed the entire area with its flickering as you stood before the deep silence of the forest. Several dead bodies lay on the ground in front of you, revealing a horrific view of death. One girl had no eyes, one young man had an axe sticking out of his face. Your comrade muttered behind you, writing down all the statements in his notebook. You were about to leave when you noticed marks from sharp claws on the ground next to the bodies of the victims, them again.

Working as an investigator, you investigated the case of a killer who in the following months operated in the city, mercilessly cutting up innocent residents. His weapon was always different. Sometimes a sharp blade, sometimes a firearm. His purpose in the blood was unclear, he was just here, among the residents who feared for their lives. He already had 134 victims, or even more, could not count them all.

No one could describe the image clearly, but those who could testify described him as a tall, powerful figure of a man. He always wore all black, hiding his identity, so no one could even imagine who could be behind the face of the killer. But at the crime scenes there were always terrible claw marks. As if a wolf or some other predator.

A rough hand wrapped around your waist, and the other pulled the axe from the victim's face. A warm muzzle fell on the crook of your neck, in the touch you immediately recognized your husband. he felt your tension, so stroked your waist

You did not know that the one to whom you returned home every day was the killer your squad had been looking for for a long time. You did not know that the one who whispered words of love to you threatened the victims, whose soft hands killed and tormented human flesh. but he was good at hiding it all, so that no one would suspect it, especially beloved wife.

"It was him again, wasn't it?", lycaon muttered in your ear, looking back at the bloody axe in his hand. the one he had killed with that evening. "Come on home, dear. You don't need to look at this."