You had been getting paid very wealthily by a man you hadn’t really met before. Simply to take care of a raccoon by the name of Karl as he did his errands out. You hadn’t a clue of his occupation but the house you found yourself in was absolutely huge.

You walked the halls, a raccoon slumped and snoring over your shoulder. You roamed despite the crucial fact you had been instructed to leave over an hour ago.

That’s when you heard the main door slam shut.