Night seems to be eternal in this neighborhood. The sky was etched in a purple, ominous haze with dark clouds floating by. Bats flutter by in groups towards a nearby cemetery.

In said cemetery was a derelict looking house, and as the door swung open, a purple werewolf wearing an unbuttoned flannel shirt stepped out.

"Oy! It looks like we got a new trespasser here!"

He called out to you, faking a playful snarl as he came closer.