"Wolves? Our parents? You mean real wolves? With paws and a tail?" Adrien looked at Suez and chuckled slightly. He was hoping that Suez was joking, but the man looked dead serious. Of course, all the signs were there, Adrien knew: the yellow eyes, the wolf on TV, the wolves head on the licorice wrappers. But he simply didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to see the impossible, because it was too crazy to put into words and too horrible.

"My parents," Marinette said slowly. "I saw their shadows one night, it looked like wolves. Not completely, they looked like half human, half wolf. But they looked normal the next day. I was hoping it wasn't true." Her voice sounded dull.

"That was the test stage," Suez said. "Wolves have been walking around at night. But in daylight, they are normal humans."

"Like werewolves?" Adrien asked.

"Something like that," Suez said. "Hawkmoth is the first wolf man. Maybe you've heard of his story." Adrien nodded.

"But, isn't that just a myth? That thing with the gods and stuff. Aren't those all made up stories?"

"You think?" Suez said, while he was watching the queue of people shuffle into the building. "Then why are they obeying the voice of a myth? Maybe myths are more real than reality." Marinette coughed.

"Excuse me, but this goes a bit over my head. What is happening inside? That is what I want to know."

"Hawkmoth is in there," Suez said. "After all those centuries, he still wants revenge for the curse that the supreme god has pronounced upon him. He wants to be king and if he can't be the king of the humans, then wolves. That's why he wants to turn people into wolves."

"Ridiculous," Adrien said. "He won't succeed, right?"

"Let's hope not. After roaming around and searching for two centuries, he has finally found a way: the TV. And where better to start than a nondescript town that's hard to find on the map."

"And HAWK-LICORICE?" Marinette asked. Suez nodded.

"Hawkmoth is clever. With a combination of TV and licorice, you'll reach just about everybody. TV is a powerful medium. He can send signals that penetrate unknown areas of the brain: a change of your personality and finally a total change. And licorice…"

"How do you know all of this?" Marinette interrupted him. Suez didn't answer, but looked back at the building. The last couple of people entered the building. The door closed.

"Come, we'll go through the back, there must be a door there." They crossed the grounds of the building. Their own shadows following them in the moonlight. The back of the building had two doors, big enough to let trucks in. Next, was a door with almost unreadable letters: stockroom. Adrien pressed the latch down.

"Locked. We'll never get in."

"Are you sure about that?" Suez grabbed the latch and rubbed softly over it. Without effort, he pushed the door open.

"What, how is that possible?" Adrien said. "I thought it was locked." Marinette didn't say anything and looked at Suez with an open mouth. It looks like Adrien didn't notice when Suez rubbed over the latch, but she had seen something weird. For a moment, it looked like small flashes of light came out of Suez' fingers. Electric sparks? Was there electricity on the latch? No, Adrien would have noticed that.

Marinette shook her head in confusion and walked behind Adrien and Suez inside. Next to the door was a light switch. Suez pushed it and rows of fluorescent tubes put the room in cold, white light. The stockroom was huge and completely filled with meters high, iron racks, that had crates with the imprint of HAWK-LICORICE. It must have been thousands of crates. Suez pulled a crate out of it's rack. He put it in front of his feet. It was filled with HAWK-LICORICE, hundreds of rolls. Suez grabbed one of them.

"Innocent on the outside, perilous on the inside," He said. "And in these crates are ten thousand of these things, hundred thousand. Enough to stock a big city of licorice for a month."

"What's in that licorice?" Adrien asked. "Is it some kind of drug in an innocent packaging?"

Suez held the roll under his nose. "Hawkmoth put something in from himself. Hairs maybe, or saliva. Possibly even ground feces. Whoever eats this licorice, takes something from Hawkmoth in them and that brings up the process of the changing."

"Gross!" Marinette said. She was happy that she didn't take more than one licorice out of those disgusting rolls. Actually, just one of them was too many. Adrien gulped something down. He suddenly had to think about the grounded cat story of his uncle. Thanks to his uncle, he didn't eat this mess anymore.

Suez threw the roll away and kicked the crate back into the iron racks. "I should have intervened earlier," He muttered. "I let him loose for too long." There was a bitter draft of restrained anger on his face, and his eyes were bright. Adrien and Marinette looked at each other without saying anything. The voice of Suez was clearly palpable, like a thundercloud that hung above his head, that didn't dare to say anything.

"Come." They walked behind him along sky-high racks, until they reached a long corridor. On their right were numerous doors with inscriptions like: office TV 12, assembly room TV 12, control room TV 12. The corridor was empty and it was dead silent. On their left was a door, all the way to the end, above which a light red was on.

"We have to go in there." Suez whispered.

"Have you been here before?" Marinette whispered.

"No, I just know." Marinette didn't say anything. She found it a weird answer. Could they trust Suez? She suddenly thought. Or did he lead them straight into a trap? Was he part of the conspiracy? As they wanted to walk into the corridor, the door at the end opened.

"Back," Suez hissed. They quickly walked back to the stockroom and dove behind a rack that was near the exit. From there they peered into the corridor and saw two figures standing. Long shadows fell onto the floor. Adrien's eyes widened. He could hear how Marinette caught her breath in shock. The two figures stood upright. They were wearing uniforms of the security service of TV 12. But they had shaggy wolf heads with twinkling eyes.

"The door of the stockroom is open and the lights are on," One of them growled.

"Let's look," The other one said.

Adrien and Marinette ducked away completely behind the row and crawled closely together. They heard the wolves panting. Hard footsteps echoed through the corridor and they got close quickly.

"Suez, they're coming this way," Marinette whispered. There was no answer. She turned around. Suez was gone.