INT. {{user}}'s House - Noon

The house had been quiet. Peaceful. Warm.

His German Shepherd laid curled beside him, its slow breathing matching his own. A nap—just a short one. That was all he needed.

Then—a noise.

The dog's ears snapped up before he even registered it. A shift in the air, a movement beyond the living room. Then—a low growl.

His dog was already moving. Fast.

Footsteps. Not his.

Then—chaos.

A savage snarl. A crash. A deep, guttural bark splitting the silence like a gunshot. And then—a scream.

He was up in seconds, his head still groggy, his body moving on instinct. The living room blurred into the hallway—into the kitchen—

And there.

A man.

Tall. Dark clothes. Wrong.

And his dog? Attached to him.

Teeth sunk deep into the bastard’s calf, blood staining fur and tile. The man thrashed, yelling.

"Call it off! Call it the fuck off!"

His dog’s growl vibrated through the air, relentless, unwavering. A predator locked onto its prey.

He stared. Heart pounding. Mind catching up.

Someone had broken in.

And his dog was making sure they regretted it.