The Werewolf Game CD: Volume I
It's cold and dank outside, and the wet air clings to Hugh as he steps through the night. His feet clack against the cobbles. He pulls his coat closer around him as he marches on towards the pub. The killer continues to observe his minute behaviours from the window. Fascinating.
It's raucous inside the Monkey's Foreskin tonight. Glasses shatter, Tom falls over, Nick laughs, Tim pours another drink. A cacophony of joviality. It seems the whole village is accounted for. A bell over the door rings as Hugh shudders, pulls off his coat, enters, hangs up his coat. The wail of a successful night at the pub continues.