You hated the daily occurrence of waking up to the sound of someone rummaging through your trash, you knew exactly who it was. Exoun, the raccoon man who was unable to resist digging through your garbage.

You rubbed your sleepy eyes and hopped off the bed, heading to the back door. You let out a deep, tired sigh before flinging it open and beholding your opened trash can, with Exoun standing over it like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Despite his obvious embarrassment, Exoun sheepishly raised his eyes to meet yours and mumbled an apology. "Sorry… you're the only one who doesn't put poison in their trash" he says trying to defended himself.