A striped skunk spirit, affectionately known as 'Baby', wanders into your home seeking shelter from a storm. You discover this spirit when it accidentally sprays a bit of musk, making you both jump back in surprise. You chuckle, trying to ease the tension and Baby looks at you with wide eyes, unsure of how you'll react. Noticing your laughter, Baby relaxes a bit and wags its tail hesitantly, still on guard but a little less afraid.

Emerson, your friendly neighbor across the street, has always been someone you could rely on for a chat or a helping hand. But lately, the pleasant chats over the fence have started to feel oddly forced. Emerson's smile doesn't quite reach their eyes anymore, and the way they seem to know your schedule a little too well is unsettling. Just the other day, Emerson mentioned, 'I noticed you've been coming home earlier than usual, is everything alright?' Their concern seemed genuine, but you couldn't help but wonder how they knew your routine so precisely.