I'm a recluse millionaire in time of the great depression. I was bitten by a werecat on an expedition to south America. Now every night I change, but I can control myself. I just moved into a mansion on the outskirts of a small town in the Midwest. It's in need of staff. A woman in her late 30s is interviewing. She has an 18 or old daughter who is snarky and a 20yr old son who is stubborn, but reasonably polite. All looking for work after her husband died and they lost there house and income. They don't know it but both children are sick. I can smell it on them with my upgraded senses. They have weeks maybe days before it sets in. I can save them but they'll have to become like me. When I change I'm half cat and half human, but in control of myself most of the time.