JT was walking home from the library last night. He was totally swamped from midterms and he was out late again studying away like mad. It wasn't all bad though—he was starting to get to know the "regulars" in the library who sit in the same spot every day. He had a friend who was studying physics, and another who just got engaged last week. Of course, he's never talked to any of these people—he knows them exclusively by observation. Creepy, no? He also saw Steven Conklin a lot there too. Steve left a little earlier than usual mentioning something about a temple trip. He's a good guy, that Steve.
Anyway, JT was on his way home. It was past 11:00 and he felt he had had a successful and productive day. He popped in his headphones and started listening to Lord of the Rings—it always makes the walk home that much more intense. He noticed the full moon, and how bright it was. He had always enjoyed the fact that he could see his shadow from the moon's light.
Unfortunately, he couldn't hear the footsteps of the pack of werewolves through his music, and that full moon was the last thing JT saw before becoming the next victim of the werewolf attacks.
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