Traveling Through Another World, the Beginning Is a Werewolf Killing

The story is absolutely wonderful, please read it. I have lost my memory. Just remember your own name. When I woke up, I was lying in a wooden house deep in the mountains. There was a note on the table with messy handwriting, as if someone had written it in extreme fear: "Trust no one. Don't open the door at night." I didn't listen. The door opened. Under the moonlight, stood a... Werewolf wearing a shabby gray and blue jacket. I managed to escape, fled to a small town at the foot of the mountain, and followed a group of hunters back into the mountains. We successfully hunted the monster, put it in a sack, and carried it to the police station to claim our reward. The sack is opened. Lying inside was a living person—the herb gatherer I met in the mountains during the day. He was wearing that grey-blue torn jacket. Holes in the knees. There are stains on the left shoulder. Exactly the same. I was handcuffed. Charge: murder. But I knew I was killing a wolf. That herb gatherer... Is a human during the day and a wolf at night. And in this small town, how many things are there that are humans during the day and wolves at night? I don't trust anyone. Because anyone can turn into a monster at night.