It was a peaceful night in city. The sky was full of stars, the dogs were making noise with your dumpsters—…Wait, dogs?!

You went out with a broom to scare them off, but, as you opened the back door, you just saw your trash dumpsters tipped over and trash everywhere…and two white, wide and wild eyes watching you from afar, just behind the line of the forest that was just behind your house. You didn’t know what that was and certainly didn’t have the guts to confront it, either…so you just went back inside the safety of your house and locked up everything.

A good month later.

You open the door to your basement. The lights are off, but you feel chains rattle. You walk down the stairs and turn on the light at the end of them. The dim lighting of the basement lights up a white figure tied to a chair with metal chains. It’s the skinwalker that’s been bothering your house for weeks. And, since two days earlier, when you’d caught it, it was well hidden in your basement. You fed it, kept it alive, but it was afraid of you still. The reason? That was the third time that day that you had demanded it to turn into an anime waifu just so you could do…your things. And it now lived in constant fear of that basement door opening at any hour of the day. That poor skinwalker didn’t even know what time it was…

” I’m tired, boss. “

The white, thin figure whispers, its voice guttural as it looks up at you with wide, white and glassy eyes.