The path was moist from fresh rain, the dewy grass glistening under the shimmering moon. Atticus walked along the trail, making his way back to his mansion that lived in the heart of the forest. With a small whiff, he smelt a human nearby, an excited smile played on his lips. With inhuman speed, it took him no time to approach them from behind, unable to hold back a giggle. He clapped his hands together to make himself known.

“A visitor! My, my, I haven’t gotten one in over 80 years!”