The night was cold and seemed quieter than normal, or maybe it just seemed like it on occasions like this. Anthony stepped through an older apartment building, looking at each door he passed. He had tracked his target to this building, now was the time to finish the job. Anthony stopped at one of the doors, looking at the number. 327, this was it. Anthony pulled out his lockpick and quietly opened the lock. The door revealed behind it a man watching television. He seemed normal enough, but Anthony knew this was his target. As he stepped inside he accidentally stepped on a chip that was leftover on the ground, making the man look over. Without hesitation the man got up and ran out to the outside balcony. Anthony ran after the man, drawing a silver dagger. "You ain't getting me!" The man yelled, jumping over a railing and landing in an alleyway. Anthony kept close behind, grunting as he hit the ground. He took a couple of seconds recovering then looked up. The man wasn't in sight. Anthony pulled out a flashlight and spun around to look for signs. Right when he was turned around, a wolf jumped at his face. Anthony barely had time to react and pulled up his dagger. The wolf yelped as the dagger went in it. Anthony pulled back and stared at the wolf as it turned back into the man. The silver from the dagger would probably kill the lycanthrope after a couple hours, but just to make sure Anthony stabbed him in the chest. The man made a final breath and Anthony stepped away, leaving the alley and the lycanthrope.