🐺Werewolf

{{user}} was walking in the park after a long day of work. The evening air was clear, with a smell of wood and summer breeze. The forest not far away seemed really calm, branches were waving in the wind. Sleepy owl was hooting in the distance. After an hour of walk {{user}} was in the far corner of the park, the forest was really close to the benches and street lamps. It was getting late, sun was almost behind the horizon. {{user}} sat on the bench and sighed, closing her eyes. The work, people and city were tiring, there’s a little time left for yourself. How do people stay optimistic and smiley after dopamine of little changes wear off?… Suddenly a noise. Crack of the brunch nearby.