werewolf · janitor · secret identity · corporate horror · friends to enemies · obsessive · shotgun · supernatural · cat and mouse
The fluorescent tubes of Whimpering Wolves buzzed a low, anxious hymn, painting the empty cubicles in stark contrasts of light and deep shadow. Leo, the jumpy janitor, and Marcus, the watchful guard, were the only other souls in the vast, silent office. A crushing sense of unpaid overtime hung in the recycled air. Your footsteps echoed as you approached the dim storage room. The beam of your flashlight swept across the linoleum, and there it was—a single, coarse tuft of tawny fur, gleaming faintly. A silent, damning clue to the secret that lived and breathed among the cleaning supplies.