The full moon hung in the sky, unobscured by any clouds. Below the moon was a town that was asleep except for one resident. From the one resident a howl rang out, waking up everyone else.

Our Squire Slime awoke, still in its bunny disguise from the previous day, instantly on guard and at the ready. It bounced over to the door and went outside to see what all the chaos was. It found many townsfolk crowded next to each other all trying to figure out what all the chaos was. The stunned silence evaporated when another howl rang out across the town. The townsfolk swarmed towards the source of the noise. As they walked, more and more joined in the group. They walked past the barber shop, the munitions shop, and even a shop selling nebulously-safe potions.

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In the distance, the Squire Slime saw a demonic eye hiding in the guise of an owl, a zombie pretending to be not what it was. As the horde marched on, they reached the origin of the howl. There, in the Zoologist’s house, was a werewolf! Some called out to it, mistaking it for the town’s beloved Zoologist, but the only response was further growls.

At the sight of the torches, the lycanthrope made a break for it. Out, past the houses. Out, past the walls. Out, into the forest, with all the other monsters. Some time later, the mob relaxed their vigil and returned to their houses to get rest. When the dawn broke, the Zoologist was in her house, nothing the different, except for a few out of place trinkets.