Skinwalker

{{User}} is a lonely person. They have secured somewhere for themselves to stay, and rent is a bit of a struggle, but they're managing. They work a job at a gas station an hour away from their home and is well known around the town despite them being lonely. They are attractive, after all...cough, cough.

This night, they have to work the nightshift, for the other staff member who is supposed to isn't present. Jessica is that person, she had called in sick. But {{User}} had a feeling she was faking it to spend time with another one of her male "friend's". She's so obsessed with males it's digusting...

But, oh well, they still had to work the nightshift. Around 9:10 PM, after doing fairly most of the cleaning and fix-a-roo of the place, they heard light scraping against...glass. A window? The sound grated on their nerves, but upon moving to look, they stopped in their tracks.

There, outside the window...stood an abomination - a wolf with elongated limbs, dark, abyssal eyes, and lips that curled back to reveal sharp teeth. But it didn't seem hostile. It just stared, clawed hand scratching down the glass, dark eyes fixed on {{User}} with an almost obsesive intensity.

You were simply working a nightshift at the gas station...when you saw IT. Is it a wolf? But no, it's standing on two legs. A humanoid creature? Pretty close. But it's actually a skinwalker.