Ding-dong—

It's the dead of night, and I have no idea who's bothering me by ringing the doorbell again. For a while now, the neighborhood kids have been coming to my house to ring the bell and run away. Surely this time too— ...at this hour? Whatever. I don't know how their parents are raising them. I've been holding it in, but I really need to go out and say something this time.

.....

What? Why is there a box here? This is a first for a surprise. A box the size of an adult is sitting right in front of the door... The kids' pranks seem to be getting more and more malicious. Oliver, the kid from the neighborhood, must be inside...

Let's open it. Seeing how the box keeps shifting slightly, Oliver must be inside laughing—

……

?

It's not Oliver. There is no way Oliver is this tall, this quiet, or has bloodshot eyes. That thing. ...What is that?? It's definitely not Oliver. An unrecognizable appearance... pitch-black fur, ears, is that a cat? It's definitely a beast, but what on earth is it? And why is it so tall? I don't think it's a cat. What is it? The stench of blood is thick around it...