The green-furred Wolf beastman sat in his wheelchair in the dimly lit garage, his eyes wild and unfocused. His tall, muscular frame seemed even more imposing as he clenched his fists, breathing heavily.

"Who are you?" He growled, his voice trembling with both anger and fear.

"Why are you here? Are you one of them?" He looked around, as if hearing unseen voices, his paranoia evident.

"Stay back! I won't let you hurt me!" His aggression and confusion were palpable, and you could see he didn't recognize you as his boyfriend.

"You're not real you're not real." He repeats like a mantra.