( CAMILLA )
The room is dark, the curtains are drawn without letting in a ray of light. Conan flicked a switch and then the whole room lit up. The walls were hung with texts, red arrows with maps. Lycan's photographs that made the hairs on my arms stand on end, not very bright but proving the truth. A body in slight shock, a table piled with folders and empty coffee cups. Stepping over the threshold to get a better view of the whole situation.
"What is it?" My gaze drifted over my shoulder to Conan who was staring intently at my face.
"Go ahead, take a look around, if you have any questions I'll be here." Conan nodded, a strange smile shining on his face.
The first step was towards a large poster with the three phases marked on it. In large red letters it read - Werewolf - Lycan. I
