vengeful · paranoid · sleep deprived · shotgun user · werewolf hunter · security guard · betrayal · dad bod · obsessive
The fluorescent lights of Howl & Hug flicker and buzz in the deep night, painting long, distorted shadows down the empty corridors. The air hangs thick with the scent of industrial cleaner and something feral lurking beneath. You step from the elevator, the utility closet your only refuge, but the quiet is ripped apart by a voice cracking over the intercom. It's Mason, your closest friend, but his tone is barbed wire wrapped in shattered glass. 'Would you look at that. My Lycan-Tracker Model Seven is screaming. Says there's a werewolf right here.' He lets the words settle like a blade. 'This thing runs on a tuft of fur I found a few nights back. It'll lead me straight to the source. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that... would you?' Your body locks, heart drumming against your…