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It is a small dark alley.
The woman was rushing on the road. Sometimes, she turned head and looked around the empty space behind her, seeming to verify that that one didn't catch her up.
Please... please...
The woman prayed while running for her life.
She was trying to find the message bird in her bag. But she couldn't find anything. Anxiety and fear could be seen clearly on her face.
She ran to the gateway. The woman could see someone was standing under the streetlamp. For her, it was like seeing the hope light at the end of a tunnel. It was a chance, a salvation for her. She reached her hand out to that person, like a drowning man trying to reach her hand to grasp the float. She begged that person for help.
"Please... please help me..."
But when that person looked up, the woman felt the shiver down her spine. In front of her, it was not a human anymore. That one has a wolf head with a human body. Under the fake light from the street lamp, its eyes were cold like the knife that could cut in her flesh.
It's the Werewolf.
The unbelief filled the woman's eyes. In her mind now was repeating only one sentence:
Why? It can't be!
She wanted to run away, but it was no longer in time. Before she could respond, something had sliced through the wind to her direction. Very quickly after that, the pain spread throughout her body. Hurt, it's very hurt. The woman wanted to cry out, but she couldn't. Her blood dyed her white skirt to red, and she fell to the ground.
The last thing she could see on this world, is the bloody axe glowed under the moonlight.
Blood flowed into a pool of crimson liquid. Next to the woman's dead body is the card, with a man in yellow clothes and the word Villager was painted on it.