For years now, Scott Erlea had a feeling that he was either born with or developed some kind of strange neurosis, and he knew he wasn’t the only one. During his time at school, the counselors and teachers had discussed the possibility with him and he was quick to pass it off as just being shy or nervous around new people. He was a growing young man, in a city filled to the brim with people and new faces coming in every day, so he thought it was typical that he’d find himself nervous around others, especially if he didn’t know them.

However, now he was starting to think that maybe they had a point, as right now, he found himself in an all out retreat, running as fast as his lanky feet could carry him from the party he was instructed to attend. His heart was racing but not because he was running- he ran much faster and longer before in gym class back at Meadowview so it wasn’t the strain on his heart that caused it to beat uncomfortably in his chest. Nor was it the insane amount of pizza he was eating that made his stomach churn, though it was likely the cause of the acidic feeling in his esophagus. No, every ill effect he was feeling right now had everything to do with the Werewolf game…

At some point in his retreat, he thought about powering up and using the boost in speed in his senshi form to escape, but then, that would put him on the radar of any senshi, knight or officer that could have been in the area. Right now, all Scott wanted to be was alone, so he remained in his even more pitiful human state, as he ran around, looking for some place to hide.

Why was he running? Honestly, it was because he felt that others would be angry with him for the way the game turned out, and they had every right to be. After all, it was his fault that they lost so many of the villagers in a single swoop, wasn’t it? He had managed to speak up for himself, for once, and it ultimately backfired in the very next round. Not only was the one he threw the accusation to a villager, but so was Lena, as she seemed distressed to see her friend lynched. And when that backfired, his ‘mauling’ also caused the death of another villager. In one round, he managed to kill off four villagers, and only when he was removed from the game did they seem to fare better without him. Even if they ultimately lost to the wolves at the end, it was hard to ignore the writing on the walls, and that was the thought that lingered in Scott’s head right now as he finally came to a stop, slamming his back against the alley’s walls and sliding down. He drew his knees to his chest and hid his head against his knees, as he tried so hard not to cry, though he was certain that’d just be another thing he failed miserably at.

“I’m such a disgrace…”

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