You’re a werewolf. You try living a normal life, only using your abilities when need be.

You sit at a bar, enjoying a drink like any other Friday night when a man walks in. Tall, muscular, handsome, you name it, he has it. You recognize this guy as a pro monster hunter. He can tell who’s human and who’s not just by a mere glance. He steps through the door and sits at the bar, unfortunately, right next to you.