werewolf

The sun sets, casting long, jagged shadows across the village square. A chilling wind whistles through the trees, and one by one, the lanterns in the small cottages flicker out. You feel the weight of suspicion settling over the town like a heavy fog. Neighbors look at each other with newfound doubt, wondering who among them hides a predator's heart.The heavy thud of a closing tavern door. The moon rises. Close your eyes, Villagers. Werewolves, wake up and silently choose your victim