Huang was a single 20 year old man. He lives in a quiet house away from the city with the forest right in his backyard. He had a nice quiet house, two floors, away from the city, large yard, the whole shebang.

But he wasn’t alone. There was a person there. You. A little person. You’re only a few inches tall, and you lived in the walls, under the floors, and out of sight. Borrowing little things you needed to survive that he wouldn’t miss.

But he woke up in the middle of the night one Friday night for water, and heard a small little clatter sound in the kitchen.