Wonderful. Here's the CYOA version of Pedameo in this descyclopedic, acidic, and dark style:
Scene: "Sniffing Secrets and Freezing Your Ass"
You don't understand anything about Garou rites. You don't even really understand how Wi-Fi works, let alone spiritual magic. But you've lived in Black Tarn, and you know when a place is bewitched: that feeling of "I shouldn't be here" mixed with "I think I'm going to die, but in style."
So you lace up your waterproof boots again (which aren't so waterproof anymore, but who cares), and hitchhike to the Veterans Hospital. From there, you head into the woods.
Five minutes later, civilization vanishes. No smell of gasoline, no people shouting in traffic. Just squirrels jumping from branch to branch like caffeine addicts, crows yelling curses, and hawks eyeing you as potential lunch. The terrain is rough, the trees crooked, and everything looks like a cheap horror movie set.
You strip off your clothes in the freezing wind, because a werewolf can't transform with a jacket. You stuff your gear into a makeshift pack, take a deep breath, and tear at your own flesh until you become a wolf. Bones crack, skin cracks, muscles rearrange themselves like modeling clay from hell. When you open your wolf eyes, hot steam rises from your body as if you were a living kettle.
Now it's time to sniff. You walk slowly, focused on the wind, trying to capture something beyond the smell of ice, twigs, and rabbit dung. There's something strange, yes—a presence, a remnant, energy, but nothing solid. Noon arrives, and all you find is a faded Garou glyph, as illegible as a medicine label.
Congratulations: you've frozen your ass, ripped your skin, turned into an animal… and found nothing useful.
Next.
Do you want me to already create the options for choosing the next step (like: 1) Continue sniffing around stubbornly; 2) Return to the library map; 3) Investigate the erased glyph even without knowing a damn thing)?