Maya woke up early the next morning, determined to get a head start on her investigation into the recent werewolf attacks. She sat at her desk, surrounded by piles of newspapers and web articles, her laptop open in front of her.

But no matter how much she searched and dug, she couldn't find any leads. It was as if the attacks had come out of nowhere, with no apparent motive or culprit.

As she scrolled through yet another article detailing the latest attack, her phone rang. It was an unknown number, but she answered anyway.

"Hello?" she said cautiously.

"Miss Johnson?" came a deep voice on the other end. "This...