Before closing the door behind you, you make a final attempt to escape by biting down into the bear-man’s shoulder. He screams in pain before dropping you with a thud. In shock over your sudden good fortune, you hesitate for a second before dashing out of the door. Unfortunately for you, the second was all it took for the bear-man to regain his composure and attack, wildly slashing at your leg, leaving a large gash. Dripping blood and in pain, you run through the corridors, going this way and that until you find yourself out on the streets again. With little time to spare you run into an abandoned building to take cover. Slamming the door behind you, you now have a chance to examine your wound. Rolling up your pants leg you are surprised to see that your wound is gone and has been replaced by a long trail of dark hair.
“Oh no” you groan, quickly shoving your pant leg back down, unwilling to accept what is happening to you. Hungry, tired, and now scared, you curl up into a little ball and go to sleep.