Crash!
A werewolf, bound tightly with a rope, was shoved headfirst into a trash can.

In that state, even if it woke up midway, it wouldn’t be able to escape on its own.
And since I had confiscated its terminal, it was safe to say that this one was completely out of commission for the rest of the night.

That made eleven.
The total number of werewolves I had subdued.

“Phew, I’ve still got plenty of energy. I’ve really come a long way.”

In the past, I would have started running low on telekinetic stamina by now.