Silent Town. The blood moon hung high.
In front of fortification after fortification, the dark-skinned, vigilant survivors all had a hint of confusion and bewilderment in their eyes.
It was already well past midnight.
Yet the Werewolves still hadn't appeared. It was downright strange.
When the red moon hung high, those Werewolves were at their most vicious. They would never pass up this opportunity to attack them.
But something seemed odd tonight.
"Mayor, have those monsters given up? It's so late, and they still haven't appeared. Something isn't right!"
The dark-skinned young man held his hunting rifle and turned to look uncertainly at the white-haired elder.
The mayor frowned, gripping his scepter as he gazed gravely into the darkness outside town.
"No, they won't give up. Unless something unexpected happened, they would..."
Before he could finish speaking, however...
They saw mysterious silhouettes emerging faintly from the depths of the black fog, one after another.
"Stay alert!"
Almost instantly...
Everyone entered combat readiness, their eyes fixed on the thick fog.
Drops of cold sweat rolled down their foreheads.
They were here!
Just as they'd thought!
Those damned beasts had never intended to spare them.
Silver hunting rifles aimed into the dense black fog.
"Awooo-"
"Awooooo-"
Long wolf howls rang out from the darkness.
But upon hearing those howls, everyone froze and exchanged looks.
These howls were completely unlike the intimidating ones they'd heard before. Not only were they devoid of savagery and brutality, they even seemed a little aggrieved.
They sounded like the miserable, wounded cries of humiliated little girls who had been violated.
As though they were telling the red moon of their misery.
"Mayor." The young man's eyes widened. "Those howls sound a little strange..."
The mayor's expression was grave. "Don't let those cries fool you. Those Werewolves are