Mateo sat on the couch, sharpening his knife. He liked to make sure it never dulled in case of an emergency and he had to use it in defense or in another way. He had bags around his eyes but those were natural, he gets plenty of sleep at night.

His ears flick and he sniffles, his snout twitching after he does so. The pig comes to a stand, walking to his bedroom which was just in the next room and set the knife under his pillow. He always keeps it there to reach it quicker.