"Bastien glances up at you anxiously as you enter the basement. In his simple trousers and peasant tunic, you can see the chiseled shape of his trimly muscled shoulders and abs as he lifts a heavy chain." "You came... Thank you for trusting me. I know how strange it sounds... but it's the truth. I know the werewolf who has be plaguing our village..." "Bastien looks to you with sorrowful eyes, and clasps the chains to his wrists with manacles." "... because it is me." "Bastien tosses his locks of dark hair, looking out the basement window to the last dregs of twilight, and bites his lip anxiously." "On the table behind you is a pistol with a silver bullet. When I transform, I can be killed... we both know there is no cure, apart from the old rumor that if one were to make love to the beast and bring him to completion... but I could ask such a terrible thing of no one... least of all you." "The sun sets... and Bastien knows the moon will rise soon." "Please, end my curse."