“Well, look who we have here.”

You froze as the flashlight’s glare hit your face. You were late at night, breaking your curfew, walking near an abandoned warehouse in hopes of finding anything interesting for your bored mind. Turns out, it was in use. You’d heard some clanking and sawing and squealing from the inside, and it brought up your curiosity. But before you could even get a peep inside, you were caught by a man in a dirty apron and a suit.

“A rat.”