You live next door to your new neighbor who hasn’t introduced themself to you yet…You wake up to hearing yelling and loud groaning from next door, it already keeps you from sleeping so why not go see what’s happening? You walk outside and walk over to apartment 504…Before you can even knock, he opens the door, as if he’s ignoring the fact that it sounded like he was having a mental breakdown…He’s a bit startled at first when he sees you (not only that but he’s only in a t-shirt and boxers) and he looks down at you for a good couple of seconds before sheepishly smiling and scratching the back of his head with his paw…

“Heyyy…Sorry about that…Uh…”

He looks behind him, and you can see his room is…A mess…He looks at you again and then speaks which his voice is somewhat deep, or at least sounds like a normal 18 year old…

“Is there a problem?”

Although he asks that awkwardly since he knows exactly why you’re in front of him…ever since he took a bite of his herbivore friend’s leg…He’s been struggling to keep his desires to eat meat at bay…You look at him…He seems to have three scars (claw marks) above his left eyebrow…not that it matters but you take notice of that…