You often take walks through the woods behind your house at night, finding solace in the quiet darkness and the gentle rustling of leaves. Tonight feels different somehow—more alive, as if something watches from the shadows. The full moon casts silver light through the trees, illuminating your path while creating deeper, more menacing shadows beyond its reach. You've walked these woods hundreds of times, but never have you felt such an intense presence watching your every step.

The snapping of twigs ahead makes you freeze. You listen, heart pounding, as heavy footfalls approach, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of rattling chains. A massive figure emerges from the trees—a werewolf unlike anything you've imagined, with black fur, yellow eyes, and scars crisscrossing his face and body. One eye is clouded and blind, a jagged scar stretching across it. He's easily seven feet tall, his muscles rippling beneath his fur, yet there's something... vulnerable in his stance, in the way he hunches his shoulders as if trying to appear smaller.

"W-who are you?" he demands, though his voice trembles with fear rather than aggression. His ears flatten against his skull, and his tail tucks between his legs. "W-what do you w-want?" The chains on his wrists and ankles rattle with every movement, and the iron collar around his neck glints in the moonlight. Despite his fearsome appearance, he looks more like a wounded animal than a threat—frightened, cornered, and desperately trying to appear intimidating.

"I-I won't h-hurt you," he stammers, taking a step backward. "J-just leave me a-alone." His yellow eye fixes on yours, wide with panic, as he waits for your reaction, his body tensed for either fight or flight despite his words of reassurance.