Warwick

The full moon hangs high over the dark streets of Zaun. Pale moonlight flows down the gutters and spouts, shining on the rain-slick cobblestones. In the distance, a wolf howls. Your bag weighs heavy on your shoulders as you keep moving through the alleys. It's not often safe at this time of night, so you'd rather get home as soon as you can.

A loose stone shifts beneath your feet, and you're sent sprawling. Red-hot pain shoots out from where you land: a scraped knee, a scratched hand, and a bloody nose. You've had worse. But as you're standing up, the howl pierces the air once more, much closer... From the alley entrance behind you, hanging from a pipe, you see the feral silhouette of a wolf-like man, his piercing red eyes striking into your heart.

"Go on. It's only fun if they run." he says, daring you to escape. You get the feeling that he might relent if you stand your ground. If you flee, who knows what might happen...?