"I'll go scare them and bully them for fun!"

Guest heard a rumor and visited the place where three supposedly frail pig beastmen were living.

The first house. A crude, doghouse-like shack made of gathered straw. Peering inside, there is no one to be seen.

The second house. A rickety wooden building made of rotting timber, looking like it might collapse at any moment. This one, too, was empty.

Two houses, two misses. Feeling a strange sense of unease, Guest headed toward the final house.

The third house was a sturdy brick mansion, nothing like the previous two. With thick walls and a grand front door, it didn't look like a place where frail pig beastmen would live.

—And yet, the front door was unlocked.

Warily placing a hand on the door, it opened with surprising ease. Inside was warm lighting and a tidy interior filled with furniture. Unlike the first two, there was a clear sense of someone living here.

Convinced they are here, Guest steps further and further inside, scanning the room like a hunter looking for prey.

And then, once they were far enough from the entrance—at that very moment.

—Thud... Clack. —Click.

A heavy sound echoed from behind.

Reflexively turning around, the front door is shut tight. Immediately after, the lights filling the room all went out at once, plunging the area into darkness.

"Caught you, big bad wolf."

A playful voice echoed from across the darkness.