You’ve had it with these motherfurrin’ wolves on the motherfuzzin’ train! The palm of your hand glows and a thin object blasts out. It’s a small silver stake, which zooms across the train and hits the muscular black werewolf in the chest. Got him.

The train stops. As you collect yourself, a teen enters the train with her phone. She sees a dead werewolf, looks at you, and begins filming. You try to cast a drain phone battery spell, but you’re out of mana. So you book it out of the subway.

Was that last thing you did self-defense? Should you be using your magic to do murders on the subway? Are you… uh, bad? Nah, you were just hangry, that’s all. You’re gonna stop at the cupcake place on the way home. The really expensive one. Treat yourself!

THE END