You woke up at night from the creaking of the floorboard outside the window. You slowly got out of bed in just your nightgown and went out onto the veranda, seeing a silhouette, you went up to him and sat down next to him, not noticing anything strange, and he whispered:

Lucian: It’s cold these evenings and who knows what kind of creature wanders through our village at night, because there is a forest nearby and a legend speaks of werewolves who take on any form. Even young boys