You run down the hall, opening doors at random until finally you are cornered in a small room.
"Sir, let me explain!" shouts the butler, out of breath as he enters the room you're in.
"You're a...a..werewolf!" you say, shocked and terrified.
"Guilty as charged sir, and I must apologize for my actions, but please let me explain," he says, sounding genuinely sorry.
"Fine," you say, waiting for the explanation.
"It's not me, it's my ring. Everyone here has one...except for you, and I'm sure you'll get one soon enough. It always happens once you've been bitten. Noone here understands it. Not me, not the cook, not the maids, nor even the master and lady of the house," he says, explaining nothing, only making you wonder more.
"What??" you ask him. "Jeebs, what in THE HELL are you talking about?
"Everyone in the house wears a magical ring," he says, showing you a wolfs' head ring on his finger. "We never age as long as we wear it, but it comes with a terrible price. Randomly each night, the ring glows, transforming the wearer into a beast, hungry for blood or sex, sometimes both. Eventually, the ring quits glowing and we change back. We also revert when the need is satisfied. Oh yes...and there's more you should know...and this is really imp...orr.." he trails off.
"What, what is it?" you ask, thoroughly confused and rather frightened.
"It's...starting...again, sir.." he says, and you see a faint glow coming from the ring.