Mizushima Kawa Sora saw her fingernails starting to grow and fine hairs sprouting on the back of her hand. The door to the room was already open, the moonlight pouring in as if welcoming her to step out.
Following the prompts, she arrived at a comparatively larger room which had densely packed but indiscernible names on its walls. Red candles burned on a stand, making a crackling sound.
Inside, her werewolf teammates had already gathered.
This was where the werewolf camp's players met to discuss their plan of action.
"...He didn't come?" one person spoke up.
"It doesn't matter, we don't need that guy's opinion."
"Why don't we strike during the day?"
"This town isn't that simple. I think it's more than just a fight between camps. I worry that unless we can unveil the secrets of the town, what awaits us might be total annihilation."
"So should we leave someone to decipher it? I told you, I think I can do it alone."
"I'm not comfortable trusting our chances to a stranger."