A Strange Man

You turn around to see a man you somehow missed. Your eyes are almost instantly drawn to his chest, he's not wearing any shirt and incredibly ripped, making you blush a bit. His only articles of clothing are a pair of jeans that look like they've lost a fight with a lawnmower and a necklace consisting of string and various shapes and sizes of canine teeth. He's handsome, in a wild kind of way, his skin is tanned, his hair short but dark and messy enough to make your tangled hair look tame. He walks towards you with a smile and a predatory look in his eyes that chill you to the bones.

"Look, if you're the actor here you should try toning it down a little buddy, or at least showing up earlier!" He laughs as you chastise him and turn to leave, but as you turn your head back to the entrance you see more people. Two men and a woman, their appearances vary but they share a few things in common with the man - they're all noticeably muscular, with torn, disheveled clothing and messy hairdos.

"Leaving so soon?" The girl asks with a smirk, her teeth seem inhumanly sharp from the short look you get. You begin to back away from the group that seems to have materialized from thin air, only for a hand to grab your wrist.

"You really want to leave without getting in touch with your wild side?" You turn to see the shirtless man grabbing you with an inhuman grin. As you look at him you can swear he's growing larger and even buffer before your very eyes, as well as hairier...