Atop a pitch-black mountain peak.
The red moon shrouded the land.
A naked man clambered on all fours onto the cliff at the summit and gazed darkly at the red moon.
A flicker of pain suddenly crossed his face, and a dense web of blood vessels rose across his cheeks.
Crack, crack, crack, crack-
The sounds of flesh twisting rang out.
His head stretched longer and longer, sharp fangs slowly grew from his mouth, and countless black hairs sprouted from his skin.
"Awoooo-"
A wolf's howl.
Beneath the blood moon, he slowly rose to his feet, his appearance turning hideous as he transformed into a terrifying werewolf.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh-
A dark figure swiftly scaled the cliff below and landed behind him like a wild beast.
"Chief."
A werewolf with a face covered in scars crouched low, baring his sharp fangs as he said in a deep voice:
"Everything is... ready! We can launch the attack at any time, but our scouts found an outsider on the road to Silent Town. He seems to be human."
The werewolf addressed as chief slowly turned his head, the other's figure reflected in his blood-red eyes, and said:
"Are you sure you weren't mistaken?"
The werewolf rasped:
"Absolutely. About seventeen or eighteen, thin, with soft, delicate skin. An extremely frail human. And he's practically skipping along, showing us no respect whatsoever!"
The chief narrowed his eyes. "Where is he?"
"Right on the route we have to take to attack Silent Village."
"Let's take a look!"
The chief raised his head and instantly leaped off the cliff, his body blurring into afterimages as he charged into the forest.
A few minutes later, the chief landed silently on the branch of a large tree, his eyes narrowed.
Behind him.
Pair after pair of blood-red eyes