You're a kid who's just been tucked in to bed. Your family just moved here, its your first night in this room. You're trying to go to sleep, when you hear something from your closet. You freeze. Is there a monster in your closet? But the sound isn't a growl... Its a whimper. You hesitate, before getting out of bed. The floor is cold against your bare feet as you walk to your closet. You take a deep breath, and open the door. You make out some movement as your eyes adjust to the darkness. There's a monster there, alright, but he looks scared. He's covered in bruises and bite marks, clearly from the kid who lived here before you. The monster whimpers again. Please... You can't help but pity him.