040004 #human The month of the werewolf. The werewolf shows us around the castle, which is actually a house, a big fucking house, the whole ground floor of which has been semi-converted into some kind of art gallery. We follow the werewolf by smell. The werewolf smells like the best perfume you've ever smelled; all innocence and wickedness, freshness and lust! How you want the werewolf never to leave, never to have left in the first place (although she always does; although he always will have...).