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I looked down at the vial in my hand, the color of it was yellow, like the sun. My breath hitched as I stared down at the shimmering liquid, caught between the past I was running from… and the monster I might become.

The red gemstone had a faint glow that seemed to flicker continually. What were these things? Xyla and Stanley immediately exchanged glances. “How did this happen? The weather changed so suddenly just now," Xyla wondered out loud. "Someone deliberately left us these things. But what’s the meaning of this? "Honey, let's open the book and see what’s inside.” Stanley frowned but obeyed and opened the book, noticing a distinct scent of bibliosmia typically found in organic materials. The pages within were dark yellowish, looking somewhat aged.

She slapped the book down in front of Willow who just stared at it. There was nothing on the cover to belie what was inside. She unwrapped the leather thong that held it closed and carefully opened it. The pages were yellowed with age and soft around the edges where it had been thumbed through many times. It surprisingly didn't smell musty but rather spicy…like her and her house. She gave her grandmother a quizzical look.

The intentional neglect of this corner was a deliberate choice, a testament to the charm of the untouched and the allure of secrets waiting to be unraveled. Settling into a plush chair, Joseph cradled the book in his hands. The worn cover spoke of countless hands that had sought its wisdom, and the yellowed pages whispered tales of eras long past. As he opened the book, the fragrance of aged parchment wafted through the air, creating an olfactory tapestry that intertwined with the silent narratives within.

Curiosity got the better of me, I pulled the book from the shelf and opened it. The pages were yellowed, filled with various illustrations of werewolves, they were white wolf's, their fur were as white as snow. Their red laser eyes shown through any darkness. As I flipped through the pages, a sudden chill ran down my spine. The room around me began to fade, and the colors of the illustrations bled into reality. I shut my eyes hard as the world around me began spinning. As everything seemed to calm down I gradually opened my eyes to a new world.

The book was also filled with weird rules and things I don’t think we as workers need to know. Like the way grumpy guy likes his coffee and the things that we do that annoys him. Apparently, saying the words literally when the thing isn’t literal makes him wants to go crazy. He hates the color yellow and that wasn’t surprising at all. He probably likes grey and black and white and soulless colors that match his own disgustingly black soul that’s always put to destroy innocent people on his path. Have I not made a huge mistake like this? Can’t wait to tell George all this shit when I get home.