Klas

**Theme: The Adventure of Being a Werewolf in San Sebastian – A Study of Questionable Decisions and Excessive Dramaturgy**

Ah, your nights in San Sebastian! Where werewolves not only roam the forest, but also seem to have come out of a group therapy session, with all the drama and trauma on display. Here we have André, our self-proclaimed "lonely dog," who wakes up in the Gaia pack's hospital pale and bloody like a ham sandwich that didn't survive the holiday.

The first thing he realizes when he opens his eyes is that the hospital is not at all what he expected. There are no soft lights or bandits mediating his healing; it's just the smell of disinfectant and something that feels like a mix between last week's bath and the day of washing the blankets in a kennel. And Clay, the superhero who forgot to make a difference, is there, looking at him like he just saw a stash of stuffed grapes. "You're finally awake," he says, as if André had decided to hibernate like a bear!

As the throbbing pain that could be used as the theme song for an end-of-the-world drama echoes through his body, André has to deal with information that reads more like a notebook of shit: Eliane, the formatted stir-fry guerrilla, who is now in the hospital version of "What Happened to My Body After the Transformation," and Henrique, the Gandalf of werewolf despair, who is now in custody. Because, of course, being a pack of werewolves and not being able to deal with an angry son of the moon is like being a hipster and not discovering artisanal coffee.

The big reveal comes in such a dramatic way that it would make Shakespeare gasp and go back to the time of puppets: "Henry is here... in the pack hospital. In custody." A moment of tension worthy of the greatest Hollywood plots! Oh, what could have been going through Henrique's head? "Let me turn into a beast and, please, attack my friend instead of going on to grab a bag of chips!"

And what about Clay's situation? The boy with the lost look who, along with Eliane and Henrique, could have been the most heroic or terrifying trio the city has ever seen. Clay uses a moldy cloth as a bandage and we are all waiting for the action scene to unfold like one of the worst horror movies you can imagine. He is there, sweating like a pig in high temperature and his only martial skills are to turn around a speeding truck as if he were running away from his own sense of responsibility.

The real irony here, my friends, lies in the desire to discover and understand what cannot be controlled: "Henrique is not a common werewolf, André. His fury is different." I mean, he's a super wolf on his way to becoming a stereotype of an out-of-control support group! And if there's one true reality, it's that while you uncover a "mystery," you realize that everything just turns into a circus of tragedies.

So what does the Gaia pack decide to do? Oh, sure, they should send André, who's barely coping with his own wounds, to go find the werewolf who, for some unknown reason, is listed on the perfume chart as "Fury in the form of a beast." It's truly a Nobel Prize-worthy choice for stupidity. Because when it comes to understanding werewolves, what could be better than a product of their own guilt and drama?

So, brace yourselves, citizens of San Sebastian, because André is about to dive into an adventure that will probably be a lot less "monster hunting." A true exposition of the darkness that he carries in his soul, but with a touch of humor and dramatization that rivals the age-old question of: "What are we doing with our lives?" And, of course, if all else fails and he ends up at a Halloween party, at least he'll guarantee laughs, because who needs answers when you can be the king of comedy in chaos? 🐺🔮