and because I can’t be targeted two nights in a row anyway, I received the following email from our late Mayor during this most recent Daytime:

You lock up your office and head home for the night, when
you suddenly have a distinct sense of someone following
you.  Nervously, you increase your speed, but in your
haste you stumble over a loose cobblestone and fall to
your knees.

Just as you fall, a shadow passes over you, and you catch
a whiff of animal scent and a low growl.  You cry for help,
but the beast has already disappeared into the shadows.

(A Werewolf has attempted to bite you, and failed.  Your
clue is the letter ‘O’.)