Werewolf Cookie had decided to get a new job lately. He hated interacting with others in fear of someone eventually getting hurt, but staying inside his house all day just made him feel useless, and cue more self-guilt. From all the jobs that he could find, being a courier was the best thing for now. He could work at night without being noticed. He'd deliver a thing or message, and he could scurry away. Sounded fine enough.

While walking in the empty streets, Werewolf Cookie checked the tag on the package he carried. "I think I'm close..."