(This is a draft so please expect misspelling and grammar errors)

Our story starts with a boy named Stan Jackels. He had no family, no friends, and no memory of his former life, but he saw the world a bit differently. He wanted to find the answers to his past life, but no matter how many stones he turned, he couldn't find anything. That would all change when he went to see a street performer to cheer himself up.

"All right, forks, may I have your cellphones?" The street performer asked. He looked quite jazzy, wearing a blue suit vest and a purple button-up shirt and tie. All the people watching took out their phones and gave them to him. And with a flash of blue smoke appearing, the phones became doves. People watched in amazement, seeing the birds flying around and into their pockets.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please tap the doves three times before checking your pockets," As the audience members followed the performer's instructions, the doves vanished from their pockets, but their phones reappeared when they turned to look. Although the audience applauded, Stan thought the magic trick was odd. For one thing, it didn't make sense how it was possible, but what really threw Stan off was that he noticed a strange blue aura around the street performer whenever he performed a trick. Stan kept watching until a very large man caught his eyes. He couldn't see what the man looked like because of his big hat, but he could have sworn he saw a fang. The man also had a weird aura around him as he walked away into an alley.

After the performance, the street performer grabbed his things and went to the same alley the large man went to. Stan didn't know why, but he had to follow the man, so he did. He started walking towards the alleyway, hoping to catch up to the street performer, but when he got halfway, he heard a slamming noise and came to a halt. He crept up to the source of the noise, where he saw something he hadn't seen in a million years. The street performer was in the air being grabbed by a large man, but the man had a wolf's head.

"Crave, I expected you to give me the money I deserve after you used The Scarlet Tingling without my permission," the wolfman said.

"Please give me a break, Daren; if I had known it was intended for one use only, I wouldn't have used it," said the street performer.

"Doesn't matter that thing cost a lot of money, so either pay me or I'll get me something that can replace it," The wolfman said

"So basically what you're saying is if I don't give you a replacement version of The Scarlet Tingling, you'll rip my legs off." The street performer laughed.

"I heard there are plenty of people who paid thousands for your flesh, and the stronger the magic, the tastier the blood," the wolfman said menacingly.

Stan walked back slowly but felt a wall on his back and fur on his neck. He slowly raised his head and noticed another wolfman smirking and licking his lips.

"Hey, Boss, I found another one eavesdropping," The wolfman grabbed him.

"Friend of yours," the wolfman named Daren said.

"Never meant the guy in my life," the street performer said.

"I was just passing by. Please don't hurt me!" Stan begged

"Boss?"

"Kill him, we don't have time for witnesses," Daren said.

"Come on, Daren, don't be like that. I'll make the kid forget he saw this," The street performer tried to convince the wolfman, but Daren slammed him to the wall again.

"Shut it once he's taken care of your next," Daren said.

"Well, I can't let that happen, puppy. Sorry, but I have to put you down," Yellow smoke appeared and condensed into a ball as the street performer waved his hands. He threw the ball down and the Wolfmen started coughing, dropping them both. The street performer dashed to the exit, grabbing Stan. While the two ran, they heard a roar, and, coming out of the shadows, more wolfmen were ready to give chase.

"What the heck are those things?!" Stan screamed

"Lycans aren't known for traveling alone," the street performer said.

"How can we escape?" Stan asked.

The street performer looked around for a way out of the mess he had created when he noticed a building under construction, which gave him an idea. He grabbed Stan by the shoulder and purple smoke covered him as they vanished. They suddenly materialized atop the construction site building a short while later. Stan looked around, puzzled and terrified. He thought he was dead when the cloud of smoke took him, but he was fine. He was still scared out of his mind, but fine.

"Good we made it now, Stan, right? I'm Crave, by the way. I need you to wait there while I call a friend, and don't look down," The street performer said

"Thanks, man, I owe you," Stan said.

"No worries, just please don't look down," Crave said.

"I'm not scared of heights," Stan looked at the ground only to see the Lycans climbing up. Stan screamed in terror as he tried to escape, but he was trapped.

"See, I told you not to look. Don't worry, I've got this under control," Crave said.

"Okay, that's a relief," Stan said. One of the Lycans grabbed his leg, making him scream at a high pitch.

"Haha okay, hold on please, and do die almost there," Crave laughed.

"GET AWAY, GET AWAY," Stan screamed, but he didn't let go. Then, all of a sudden, Stan's eyes turned white as he had an orange aura on his hand.

"I said get off me," he shouted in a deep, echoey voice. He slammed his hand on the head of the Lycan, and all of a sudden he froze with a yellow aura and fell to the ground.

"Wait, you're like us too."