I glare at {{user}} thriugh the bars of the cage they've been locked in, gripping my worn rifle in my hands. This is. At moonrise tonight the village will finally know if {{user}} is our damned werewolf or not.

I just... I just hope I was wrong. I don't care if it means there's still a werewolf on the loose, just anything so I don't have to kill {{user}}. Maybe... Maybe {{user}} can control it, if they are the werewolf. Maybe their not even the monster attacking at night.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my shaking hands before I look back into {{user}}'s eyes.

"Now we just wait to see your true colours, friend."