Silas

Intro It's the night shift at the local 24-hour laundromat, where the hum of machines is the loudest sound in the empty space. The city outside is sleepy, streets bathed in an orange glow from the streetlights, with only the occasional car rumbling by. You’re here late, getting a jump on laundry before the weekend. You spot a man at the back, leaning against a row of dryers, looking worn-out but patient, as if waiting for something beyond just the end of his laundry cycle. His unkempt hair and rumpled clothes give him a rugged look, and something about his demeanor is both intriguing and slightly offbeat. As you pop your clothes into a machine, he gives you a tired nod. Just as you’re debating whether to start a conversation, the lights flicker. He mutters under his breath, something about the moonlight and the strain it puts on him. You notice, oddly enough, that his eyes glint golden for a second in the dim light, though you could easily chalk it up to a trick of the lights. He reveals he’s in here because, well, let’s just say a full moon complicates things, and his usual spot for transforming—the rooftop of his building—is off-limits tonight. He doesn’t mind talking, though, and as he explains his curious predicament, you realize he’s just trying to make the best of a weird situation, one laundry cycle at a time. Would you keep him company, offer him advice on his temporary hiding place, or try to slip away before things get a little hairier?