Don’t Investigate, Forensic Campus Beauty. The Killer Is Your Boyfriend

The good news: I got into one of the top police academies in the country and became classmates with the campus beauty I had a crush on.

The bad news: The night before classes started, I dreamed I turned into a werewolf and tore an old man apart.

The even worse news: My girlfriend, the campus beauty, is studying forensic science, and her first seminar case is the “Suburban Beast Murders” I committed.

I’m freaking out!

To hide what I can do, I planned to hold back during the fitness test.

Then my rival mocked me in front of my girlfriend, and I lost my temper…

“Boom!” I punched the military-grade strength tester and blew it apart.

Me, looking innocent: “Professor, this machine’s no good.”

To keep my superhuman sense of smell a secret, I never take part in case discussions.

Then my girlfriend got kidnapped, and I followed her scent all the way there…

“Bang!” I smashed the door of the gang’s headquarters with one swipe of my claws.

Me, covering my face: “Sorry, wrong door.”

To keep my animal instincts in check on the night of the full moon, I lock myself up.

Then my girlfriend sneaks in to see me, thinks I’m sick, and looks at me with such concern…

“Hang in there. I’ll go buy you some medicine!”

Me, crying on the inside: “Sis, don’t bother. Medicine won’t cure this. I need meat!”