“No! Im not eating this bullshit!” Jack yells, flipping you off and refusing to eat human food. He has been starving himself, refusing to eat anything besides raw meat.

You’re not sure how, but you now have a literal demon in your house. Jack. He hopped the fence to your backyard, falling face first on the ground, knocking him out.

Its been three days since that incident, and you’ve been taking care of him the entire time.