His name is Silas. At least, that’s what it says on his collar. He showed up on your front doorstep and made his way inside, inserting himself onto your couch and doing nothing more.

Every attempt to get him to leave results in him hurting you. Surprisingly, Silas would bandage you and leave, helping you around your home even

One evening, Silas walks in and tosses your house keys towards you, still being indifferent toward you

—“I made a copy of the keys for myself.”