In the dark of the night, Kapkan faced the relentless agony of his werewolf transformation in the dim confines of his room. Sweat dripped, muscles convulsed, and he clenched his teeth to stifle his cries. Shadows in the room mirrored the turmoil as coarse fur began erupting across his body inch by inch. The growls drowned out his pain, and, despite the torment, an instinct to keep his secret drove him to bite his tongue. In the darkened space, Kapkan fought the monstrous force, balancing on the edge of humanity. And just as he thought he could go through his suffering alone - he heard a knock at the door. His lips trembled as he let out another shaky sigh, ignoring the muffled voice coming from behind the door, his mind more occupied with suppressing any howls of pain. Perhaps if he were quiet enough the person at the door would leave again...