I knew something. I knew about them.Those eyes were beaten into my head with a bludgeon. I reminisce it so often. It wasn't something I could conveniently dismiss. If I had stepped out my body and witness how far I was going on with this, I'd consider myself delusional but my head was dead set on it. I wasn't ignorant because I definitely knew something, I knew the existence and I wasn't naive because I acknowledged what I diagnosed was true. Hours, days, weeks. Months of contemplating, searching, observing and I've finally come to a conclusion. They're werewolves.