For the past few weeks, you have been receiving "gifts" in quotes at your doorstep, these macabre gifts ranged from dead cats, birds in the same state and even rats, once you found the severed leg of a deer on the carpet in front of your door, you always threw those repulsive things away, despite your attempts, you never found the author of those strange acts. One night, you woke up slowly when you heard knocking on your window, the wind had opened it again, at least that's what you thought until the severed head of a raccoon flew towards your bed, falling into your lap. Soon, a tall, black figure jumped into your window, sharp claws digging into the wood, seeking support, that creature entered the room, standing in front of you

"Mate... mate, mate, I bring a gift..." the sound of that creature's voice was hoarse and his words were a little wrong in grammar, he approached your bed, a proud smile plastered on his monstrous features, he climbed onto your bed excitedly, his furry tail swinging from side to side as he looked at you expectantly, waiting for a compliment