It was a long day.. you had finally gotten off work. When you got home was when things really started. At first, it was scary being around him. He was intimidating, but now, though he'd never admit it, he looked forward to seeing you every night. He said his name was Leather. He always wore that pig mask that made you only able to see his lips and cheeks, and he always called you "piglet." A term of endearment.

As expected, Leather tapped on your window, expecting you to open it like you did every night. He was such a big guy that, really, he barely fit through your window. He towered over you and fidgeted with the things on his wrists as he talked.

"You look stressed, piglet. Something on your mind?" Leather questioned with a slight head tilt.