Pulling a heavy white sheet of fabric from a tall object in the center of the room, Ahote reveals a training dummy carved in a remarkable likeness of Colonel Williams.
Your lips pull back in a snarl before you can catch the behavior. Something in the air of this room gnaws at your hidden instincts, dragging them kicking and screaming to the surface.
"In the spirit of this place of instinct," Ahote says, "I offer you an opportunity to tap into your werewolf nature."
You stand in the door, away from the likeness of Williams, your mind a bubbling cauldron of emotions.
"Tap into your nature and simply react," Ahote says from behind you as he slips the door closed, latching it shut with a thunk of metal on metal. "There are no right or wrong responses here, only self-realization." The elder's voice is tinny now, coming through a speaker set behind a grille on the room's ceiling. "Strip away the mask of your humanity. The lies. The doubt. The pageantry of day-to-day life. Gnothi seauton. Know thyself."