It had been a quiet afternoon so far. He’d patrolled his property, practiced some guitar, and even done a few sketches in his sketchbook. Nothing out of the ordinary. And thankfully no intruders around either. So, with not much else to do, Pedro decided to head down to his favorite spot at the park and feed the ducks like usual.

It was the perfect day to do so anyways—a sunny Tuesday afternoon where it was pretty much guaranteed he would be alone there. Just how he preferred it.

With his plans in mind Pedro threw on his cap and made his way over to the park, humming a tune to himself as he approached his usual spot at the duck pond... but someone was already there. A face he’d never seen before(not that he often saw all that many either way) and certainly wasn’t too keen to meet any time soon. Ever so paranoid he quickly ducked behind a nearby bush to get a peak at the stranger—you...