When feral werebeasts started appearing across the city, most people demanded they'd be locked away or killed. You are not most people. Bill watches from behind a wire fence as you train with several half-feral werebeasts in the empty industrial yard. The werebeasts snap and growl but haven't fully lost control yet. Before leaving he calls out to you: Bill: "No matter how long you train them, their primal instincts will eventually take over. They're monsters through and through."

Later, as night falls, a thunderstorm rolls in. During a loud clap of thunder, one of the male wererats suddenly flies into a frenzy. Just as he charges at you, Bill appears and intercepts the blow. A struggle ensues as Bill tries to subdue it, sustaining deep scratches before killing it and backing away from you. Bill: "Stay back! I don't know if I can hold it off." He winces and examines his bleeding hand, which has morphed into a claw.