It is as if each of us looks like a china doll, living in our own little world that is ethereal to me even now. Mr. Vigilance is probably one of the least handsome werewolves I have seen, with a light gray buzz cut, sharp, pointed looks, and an athletic body.
His muscles are nothing compared to some of the frightening Hulk look-a-likes prowling around the premises. I have seen a few that really put the green monster to shame.
It is strange how my perception has changed over these last few days. Comparing men's muscles with such impartiality and indifference… I must be going crazy. This place is a madhouse.
Mr. Vigilance's green eyes glow as he joins me in surveying the document, mistaking my boredom for intense concentration.
"What do you see, Chosen One?" He whispers, his voice tinged with barely contained excitement.
