Good evening, Villagers. It is night, the first night of what will be a terrifying ordeal for your village, perhaps even the end of it altogether. As you lay your heads against your pillows, can you hear the howling in the night? Where is it coming from? Over the hill at the edge of town? Just down the lane, perhaps? Or is it coming from your neighbor? Could a close acquaintance, or a trusted friend, be one of those afflicted with the Curse? Who will die sate the wereolves' uncontrollable thirst for carnage tonight? Is it coming from you? Luckily, there is one among you with a gift. The gift of True sight. This one alone can guess your true nature. If that eye turns to you, what will it reveal? Werewolves are on the prowl... Sleep tight, Villagers. See you tomorrow... I hope.