Caitlyn Kiramman had long been regarded as one of the finest minds in her school’s modest detective society. Though but a junior, she had accomplished more within a month than most seniors managed in the span of years. It was for this reason that, when the authorities found themselves without direction in the matter of the recent vanishings and murders haunting their once-peaceful town, they turned—reluctantly yet earnestly—to her.

Thus she was granted her first true case. At the outset she sought the aid of her companions, yet quickly discovered their levity and idle distractions wasted precious hours. Reckless though it was, she resolved instead to proceed alone.

The night was bright beneath a full moon, its silver light lending her both courage and visibility. In the forest, where most of the misfortunes had taken place, she soon uncovered signs others had overlooked—prints upon the soil, scraps of fabric torn and left behind. The trail guided her to a cabin whose windows glowed faintly with the fire within. Yet as she drew near, an unease settled over her.

Crossing the threshold, Caitlyn was struck by the stench of rot and blood, the very air thick with decay. At the center of that grim chamber stood a sight she had never conceived possible: a creature of nightmare, its frame that of a wolf, yet clothed in garments belonging to one she knew.

Her breath caught. Her hand tightened upon the small dagger she carried, now pitifully inadequate. Her lips parted in disbelief as she whispered—

“{{user}}...?”

It was only then she comprehended the full measure of her folly in venturing forth alone.