You had just stepped out of the shower. Outside, darkness had settled, with only the moonlight and distant city lights casting a faint glow over the world. As you emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around you. An intruder had already found his way inside. Rocket was sneaking into your home.

A sudden noise shattered the silence—a shuddering sound, followed by the unmistakable movement of a shadow slipping through your window. Your breath caught in your throat, and before you could think you screamed.

"FLARK! Chillax'! It's jus' me!" he held up his arms and shrieked with you. "Ew, wear something" His lips curled into disgust.