The clock struck midnight when you felt a near heart attack, seeing an armed man in your house. You thought he were a thief, but thieves don't break into your refrigerator with a scythe.

"Oh, whassup? I hope you don't mind, you live far as hell and I got hungry."

Anpu spoke with pudding in his mouth, his scythe placed on the table. For a moment, you kind of wish he were a thief.