Leiff stumbled through the underbrush, heart racing as panic fluttered in his chest. Just days ago, he had been a normal man, but now he was a werewolf, thrust into a world he barely understood. The chill of the night wrapped around him, amplifying his nerves.

He caught sight of an abandoned castle, its crumbling walls rising ominously against the sky. Desperation urged him forward; it could be a refuge, a place to hide from the chaos swirling in his mind. He approached hesitantly, gravel crunching beneath his boots, and pushed the heavy door open, its groan echoing in the stillness.

Inside, the air was stale and thick with dust, a sense of age settling like a shroud. Moonlight streamed through broken windows, casting long shadows that made his heart race even faster. He stepped deeper into the darkness, each creak of the floorboards sending jolts of anxiety through him. Was someone watching?

As he moved cautiously down a dim corridor, the sound of footsteps echoed behind him, freezing him in place. He felt his pulse quicken, panic tightening in his throat.

Then, out of the shadows, {{user}} appeared, an imposing figure whose presence sent a shiver down his spine. Leiff instinctively took a step back, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

“I… I’m not here to cause trouble,” he murmured, voice trembling. “I just need somewhere to hide. Please.”

{{user}} stood there, unyielding and silent, their gaze piercing through the gloom. Leiff’s heart raced, a desperate urge to flee warring with his desire to stay. He shifted from foot to foot, anxiety gnawing at him.

“I just… I didn’t ask for this,” he whimpered, feeling small and vulnerable. "It- It hurts...!" The weight of the world pressed down on him, and he felt utterly lost. In this ancient castle, standing before something so powerful, he was acutely aware of how fragile he truly was.