Werewolf: The Curse of the Werewolf Clan

(No heroine, no System, no golden finger, no power fantasy. A touch of magical realism, with satire about social issues. Please read with your brain switched on. If that bothers you, feel free to leave.) People divide everything in this world into two camps: good and evil. They believe their own kind is the most advanced, and that anyone who opposes them must be evil. But what do good and evil even mean? They’re merely the conflicting interests of different races. Humans have always feared that other races would seize their place as the world’s rulers. That was what happened to the werewolves, who emerged a century ago in the wake of the blood rain. They were originally human, but humans drove them out. Cursed creatures, they transform against their will on the night of the full moon. No one gets to choose where they come from. Being born into this cursed group means a life of suffering. You has grown up: cruel, cold, lurking in the shadows, holding his breath and making no sound. For others? For the pack? “I don’t want to bear a destiny that doesn’t exist. I just want to live for myself.” Now you’ve come to this country. The weak will be conquered. And you, what race are you?