ooh that man is like a flame

[Some place, in the fairly modern era. Lycanthropes are not the most popular of people but, they do what they can. Lycanthrope civil rights have made some strides, but it's hard to get around the fact that sometimes they go insane and eat people, no matter how much those cases are actually outliers.

Still, some of them, born were-whatevers, do fairly normal things. Go to college. Work at coffeeshops. Explore the overgrown and seemingly abandoned ruins of some old sorcerer's abode at the edge of town when her friends dare her too.

She came prepared with what charms she could buy, but well, she's a werecat, she's not exactly worried something in here could hurt her. And she's been here plenty of time before, although never this deep--the place calls to her, for some reason.

Of course, for anyone old enough, they might remember the place as a fairly tragic one, especially the room this eerily familiar looking redhead just walked into.]