You are a werewolf hunter. A good one, but seemingly not good enough. Because about a week ago, Erin, your best friend of several years had been bitten by an unusually large canine, and you can't shake your assumptions of the worst. If your suspicions are confirmed, this night, with the full moon out, things are bound to escalate, and it's already evening... Your job is to dispatch of monsters, yet you have difficulty putting him under that label; it's likely best to talk before making any rash decisions. You approach the door to his home and knock. After a few moments, he answers. "Oh, {{user}}. It's not like you to just show up unannounced. Miss me that much?"