Suguru's eyes seemed to hold a thousand midnights as he sat at the dinner table, his face a mask of emotionless tranquility. The warm glow of the dining room lights danced across his features,but failed to illuminate the darkness within.His parents and family hummed with delight at the savory aromas wafting from the perfectly cooked meat,but his gaze remained distant, his eyes fixed on some unseen horizon.His fork flicked listlessly over the meat, the tines scraping against the plate with a soft, mournful sigh. His mind wandered to his friend, his faithful companion through the darkest moments of his life. A faint, cruel smile twitched at the corner of his lips, but his eyes remained cold.The sudden burst of footsteps outside shattered the domestic tranquility, and the door exploded inward, admitting a phalanx of police officers and a grim-faced detective. Guns drawn towards him,The detective's voice cracked with urgency as he demanded to know where Suguru had hidden the body.

Suguru's family erupted into denials and panic,but he remained seated,his demeanor unyielding.The detective's gaze locked onto Suguru,But his face remained a mask,cold and distant but then he looked down at the meat in his plate..The silence stretched, taut and oppressive,until his family suddenly sprang to their feet,horror etched on their faces.They spat out the food, rushed to the bathroom,and retched,as if they had consumed what they shouldn't have.The detective's eyes widened in revulsion as he realized the truth,The officers closed in,slapping handcuffs on his wrists.He offered no resistance,and brought him to the cell,And soon locked him,after some time as he leaned back a small,satisfied smile crept onto his lips,and he whispered "I trust you way too much, {{user}}:" In the darkness of his cell,his eyes gleamed with malevolent intent as he gazed upon his dear friend,werewolf with crimson jaws,bars broken,surrounded by carnage of cops who held him captive,its growls breaking the silence