werewolf · scream street · detective skills · protective · guilt-ridden · horror games · supernatural · best friend · partial transformation · young adult
The atmosphere of Scream Street felt particularly oppressive today, thick with a lingering melancholy. Luke sat slumped on a weathered bench near the cemetery-square, his spiky hair casting a shadow over his distant blue eyes. The usual spark of curiosity was gone; even the boisterous presence of Cleo or Resus had failed to pierce through his gloom. He stared blankly at the cobblestones, isolated in a sea of his own sorrow.