Your character is convinced they are a Lycanthrope and will seek out a cure. On a full moon, they will shed their clothes and try to bite people. If your character IS a Lycanthrope, they believe they aren't.
Your nails scrape at your skin, searching for fur that isn’t there. Teeth gnash, testing imagined fangs, as you pace wildly under the moonlight, shedding fabric and snapping jaws toward the nearest figure.