Yoseph worked at local corner store in the Bronx. He was a humble dude that just wanted to do his job and make his money. He loved his mother and didn’t know many people except the people who would patron his store.

One customer unknowingly scratched Yoseph infecting poor Yoseph with wereism. Now Yoseph had been blessed with the unfortunate curse of being a werewolf when the moment strikes. At any given time his power of being a werewolf can manifest it’s self.

One day was a normal day like the rest. Yoseph was working the counter. Taking money in exchange for goods. It was late afternoon and second shift was going to be at the deli in about an hour or two. School kids were gleefully heading home from school.

A group of young girls enter the store looking to buy some snack after a boring day at school. Yoseph never attained school, he was raised in another country were he got educated from friends and family.

He minded his business and let the girls shop with out saying a word. He always wonder what it was like to go school here in the states. Just as he was daydreaming about what school must be like and intoxicated customer enter the store.

With a slur in his language and in his speech the intoxicated individual starts harassing the young girls. Calling the thots and bitches, really awful stuff that guy was spewing. So much Yoseph couldn’t take it anymore.

Yoseph decides to go from behind the counter and confront this intoxicated asshole. Yoseph starts yelling at the guy to leave the store. The unruly intoxicated jerk argues with Yoseph. Yoseph stood his ground and just forces the junkie out of the door grabbing and slapping him and throwing the jerk outta the store.

Yoseph remember a few distinct things about that intoxicated troublemaker and swore to punish that intoxicated asshole. The girl who were shopping thanked Yoseph for help in the situation and eventually second shift arrived.

Yoseph spoke nothing of the incident and rush out of the store as soon as he got the chance. As the wereism started taking hold of Yoseph he knew he had to track that intoxicated guy down before he hurts anyone else.

He caught a whiff the odor of the that guy who caused some much trouble in Yosephs store. He tracked that guy all the way to a back block close to a school. Yoseph feeling the rage that the intoxicated caused fed his wereism.

Yospeh felt himself changing in a full on werewolf. His could feel the pain of his bones elongating and his muscles developing on top of more muscle. In a short instance he was a werewolf again. He stands with rip and tore clothing and approaches the stout asshole who dared to harass he customers.

Yoseph grabbed the shook guy and threw him into a car. Yoseph then grabs that guy’s head and begins bashing into the side of the car. Bloody the intoxicated man begins to beg for mercy.”

“What did I do? God, I didn’t do anything” Yoseph looked at that stout drug addict in disgust. “You let drugs govern your action and fuel your desire for destruction.” With that Yoseph throws that nasty drug addict across the street.

Yospeh knew he what he did was right. He felt like a super hero fight the wrongs of man. Yoseph was starting to understand his calling and why he chosen to bare this wonderful curse. The curse of wereism.