You bowled the soldier over with the massive weight of your werewolf form, and by the time he recovered his wits, you and your friends escaped from view. The bridge back into werewolf territory loomed large in front of you, and you raced over its span. You were desperate to return to something familiar, chased by nightmarish visions of torture and blood. So consumed were you by the need for flight that you forgot to skirt around the old minefield atop the bridge. A detonation threw you up into the air, your vision bloodshot as you twisted into a free-fall, plunging into the water over a hundred feet below.
What Happened? Who Am I?