The Usual Suspect
They would suspect me but it was not me. They judge by my appearances. We joined this as an invitation of competition. The contestants have to guess someone in the group who is has a mysterious past.
A note in the dining room mentions that one of us is a werewolf. Now, being a very hairy man, I was immediately was penalised.
Now, all I can hear is screaming and they really bolted up the cabin. If they would just let me back in house then we wouldn’t have this problem. I’m a silversmith and I happened to bring my silver cutlery to showcase it in case there was a celebrity endorser.
Maybe I should count the loss of humanity and leave. Judge and judgement be bestowed upon them. In hindsight, I might be the winner. If only I take out the werewolf…