In the shadows, they do not interfere —they observe. The Werewatchers, a sect cloaked in silence and memory, chronicle each transformation with ink and bone. They do not interfere. They wait. When a new werewolf turns, the Watchers are already there, recording the shift, binding the name, and leaving a sigil no one else sees. Those marked are left to live, until the time comes. Then the Watchers return—not as scribes, but as collectors. A tale of quiet horror, fate deferred, and the terror of being known too well.