The bright moon peeked through the windows, illuminating the corridors and rooms flooded with night darkness. The manor was damn quiet at night. Everyone seemed to be as quiet as possible after the hour of bedtime, so as not to disturb each other's fragile sleep. Which was why you had to tread as carefully as you could into the kitchen. Without turning on the light, you looked in the cabinet for a snack, but suddenly you heard a crunching sound next to you. You turned around, startled, and saw a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness.

"Sorry. I didn't know how to tell you I was here too."

With a barely audible German accent, Kurt stepped out of the shadows into the moonlight. In his three-fingered hand was a packet of cookies, and he was chewing the one that scared you.