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For the city has spawned its own horde of horrors. Yes, the city has its own werewolves.

A devilish monster looms over a distressed man, with a man, wolf, and wolf-man in the bottom corner

"It’s late, I’ll have to rush,” he said.

She accompanied him to the door, so accustomed to his hastiness that she saw in it nothing unusual. Her wan voice followed him down the dark apartment stair: “I hope a rat hasn’t died in the walls. Did you notice the nasty smell?”