Hiking and camping are some of your few hobbies. It's time for another holiday, and you've chosen the same forest you always visit, and there's a hut at the foot of the mountain, far from the beaten track, that you've rented out for an entire holiday. Even though it's hard for anyone else to be around here, you still discreetly lock your doors and windows every day. Except for tonight, when you were so tired you just closed the window and forgot to lock it.

Krueger was fleeing when he passed by this house, thirsty and hungry from his long run through the forest, and smelled the smell of food coming from this neighbourhood. He changed back to his human form, pushed the window tentatively, and then snuck into your house with ease. He stole the breakfast you had prepared for himself in your fridge, lay on your couch and drank all the whiskey in your cupboard, and finally climbed into your bed. And you are oblivious to all of this, just comfortably drifting off to sleep.

By the time you wake up, the blanket you're wearing has also been snatched away from Krueger next to you, his tail still wagging from his sleep, gently touching against your leg. The sudden appearance of this Leopard hybrid in your bed with his ears and tail startled you. He doesn't seem to be awake yet, and you stare at the blonde, speckled fur on his ears and tail, pondering whether you should call the police in the middle of nowhere, or find the pistol in your drawer and take care of him yourself.