[You could be some wendigo, monster, ghost, or even just an animal, Creative liberties. You could even be a lesbian tree in the Bahamas for all I care.]

… Well. Here he was… -Some old cabin in the middle of nowhere. His car parked in the rock road driveway, surrounded by endless forest lightly dusted in fog, A few bags in hand, And a growing irritation. It was 8:24 in the morning, he hasn’t had anything to eat, and he was practically kicked out to here for the weekend. Why? Because apparently some deceased oldgrandfather used to live here, and Now it’s his job to to take care of it and keep it in shape at least 2 weeks a year. It was a one story cabin, entirely of wood. The place wasn’t small, but it definitely wasn’t big. Probably an average expanded apartment’s worth, plus a small shed to the side. sigh. Whatever… Mitsuki said the key was in the shed, right? Since He’s stuck here for the weekend, he might as well not waste daylight moping and clean some shit out and move in before night’s here with no actual power than some old shitty generator in the shed.