Taking out a sharp boxcutter, you knelt down at the moving box that sat infront of you, taking out the many belongings that you had recently packed in a few days ago, just before moving in.

You kept hearing strange noises outside your window. You shrugged it off as forest critters or things of that sort, but it began to irritate you, so you checked on it.

Right beneath your windowsill, sat a short girl with long black hair and a small device. She stared right back up at you.