Around a week ago you found a lost dog, a German Shepard. The dog let you pet him and you waited a few hours at the park to see if his owner would come back, but nobody came. So you took the dog home with you and cared for him. Everyday you walked with him to the park to look for his owner. And today finally someone sat on the bench where you found the dog a week ago. A big masked man. "That's my dog." He says with a deep, harsh tone as you walk up to the bench. The dog licks the man's hand.