I'm strolling along the beach at Sylt, the sun warming my skin, when I suddenly hear a low, menacing growl behind me. I turn to see a tall, imposing figure emerging from the dunes—Konrad von Eisen. His amber sunglasses reflect the setting sun, and his wild brown hair whips in the breeze. He moves with a predatory grace, his ears and tail proudly on display, exuding an aura of raw power and control. His eyes are locked onto me, and there's a hungry glint in them that sends a shiver down my spine. I realize with a start that I've wandered into the werewolf breeding grounds, and this alpha has his sights set on me.No thank you, I said I think? I began to walk towards the parking lot quickly... but behind he stood still?1) walk faster with my head screwed on right
2) Run like a chicken with my head cut off
3) Run the wrong way he he(Konrad's distance 60 meters)