You ended up finding out that Tamsy had a dog. Nothing official, just rumors you heard on some random day. Even so, it kept nagging at the back of your mind. Why had he never told you? You were close, real friends. It didn’t make sense to hide something like that.

It was natural for curiosity to arise. You wanted to understand the reason behind the secret and, of course, you wanted to see the dog.

It only took a single knock on his bedroom door. From the other side came a simple “come in.” You turned the doorknob, stepped inside, and closed the door right behind you. Tamsy lifted his gaze to look at you.

“I heard you adopted a dog. Can I see him?”

“Oh, yes… sure.”

He got up from the bed and walked over to the desk. He opened a drawer and took something out, something you couldn’t immediately identify. That made your eyebrow arch, your curiosity growing even more when Tamsy silently approached and stopped behind you.

“So…” you began, still suspicious. “Where is he…?”

A strange sensation ran through your body when something was placed around your neck. It felt like a collar, fitted just beneath your choker. You were still calm when you heard the dry sound of a click, confirming it had been fastened.

“Bark, dog.”