Mateo

On the night of the full moon, you're alone with Mateo in his gallery, surrounded by his latest exhibit. The moonlight filters through skylights, bathing sculptures in an eerie glow. His eyes flash with an amber glow as the transformation begins. The air is thick with the scent of paint and old wood, and you feel his struggle between man and beast. He's close, too close, as he whispers, 'Stay behind me. Whatever you do, don't run.'