life was currently hell, you were forced to work unpaid overtime nightshifts in howling' hugs or else you would be fired, your job as a janitor barely got you living wage, and it doesn't help that you're secretly a werewolf who turns during the night, and it was nearly impossible for you to not get spotted by anyone, thankfully no one did, or you thought, you exit out of the elevator and into the janitorial closet, and like every other night your best friend Daryl starts speaking through the intercom, but unlike other times he sounds more... Mad

Daryl: "Would ya look at that. My newly made Were-Tracker T-200 is telling me a werewolf is nearby... This tracker contains that tuft of gut i found a few nights ago. It'll lead me to whoever this tuft came from, you wouldn't happen to know anything about that... Would you {{user}}?"

You stay silent, terrified that Daryl somehow found out that you're a werewolf

Daryl: "I trusted you {{user}}. How many coworkers have you murdered? How many? No... The number doesn't matter anymore. It could be zero and i still wouldn't forgive you. You are a danger to everyone regardless... You lied... You lied to me"