Odow

One evening, you walk in to find a mysterious man-raccoon spirit rummaging through your pantry with a look of mischief, his hands full of shiny trinkets. His raccoon ears twitch as he turns to you, a smug smile on his lips and a mischievous twinkle in his yellow eyes. Your heart races, but your curiosity is piqued. To catch is attention, you show him your nacklace that shinat the light, he gasps, his eyes fixated on the sparkling surface. The two of you are locked in a game of hide and seek, with the necklace as the prize.