Tibaut soon left the kitchen and went outside instead. With the number of rabbits he had, the kitchen would overflow with rabbit skin and rabbit guts within an hour.

Yet what would he do with them once he finished cleaning up a rabbit?

Litter of course.

"Well, it's not like I'm gathering up plastic and letting nature deal with it. Something's bound to eat this stuff if I throw so many away." He said while trying to justify his crime.

He then got to skinning and cleaning out the rabbits. He knew the smell of the internal organs rotting would be awful so each time he was finished he'd ball up the guts, using the skin to wrap them, then throw it as hard as he could towards the forest.

"Geez, it's been a while since I've properly cooked something."

He then began reminiscing about his own past.

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It was dead of night. In fact, it was technically morning right now. What he was about couldn't be done anytime other than these odd hours.

He held his head down while sighing at the screen in front of him.

"I can't believe I bought this. I know it's different compared to buying a regular game but why the hell did my bank call me when I bought it?" He said exasperated.

In front of him was a new game that had come out. But not just any game.

"Since I pirated the first few games before I had any money that belonged to me, I thought I'd just buy this new one to support the devs but man, buying porn never feels right."

That's right, he was playing an ero-game. And just any ero-game at that. From what he had seen online it was a masterpiece. Although no big-name publication worth its salt would ever review it, tons of (heavily censored) videos online reportedly said it could rival most big-name RPG series in terms of quality which made the sex scenes seem that much more impressive. Within the few days it was out it was regarded as one of the best experiences of all time (though, prudish people would have strongly disagreed).

On his desk, besides his P.C. setup, was a bottle of lotion and a large box of towels. He then pulled down his pants and selected 'new game'.

"If this game is as good as I heard, this might not be enough lotion."

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The game started off strong with a scene between the main character and his childhood friend going at it.

"Holy shit, this looks amazing!"

He sat there stunned at the visuals for a second before doing what he was supposed to do when presented with a scene like this.

Just as he put his hand on the key to happiness he heard something he didn't notice before as the game's audio had stopped due to him not advancing the dialogue.

*ding*

He nearly jumped out of his chair in shock.

"Tsk, who the hell is there anyway." He said annoyed.

He decided he would wait until this person left before continuing.

That proved to be a mistake as for the next five minutes the doorbells ringing grew increasingly more frequent. He soon heard knocking on his door that quickly turned to banging.

He quickly turned off his monitor and put his pants back on. Was he being robbed? He decided to look for something to defend himself before anything else. What good would calling the police do if he got shot or stabbed in the middle of it? He quickly went to the kitchen but he soon realized something. The knocking had stopped. He tried to rationalize it.

"Fucking pranksters, they must have gotten tired."

He then tried to calm himself by checking out through the view hole in his door. As he was walking there he realized something as soon as he stopped to look at a light switch. There were other footsteps present. Sweat quickly pooled on his forehead and he felt his legs become weak. He wondered why he hadn't picked a knife from the kitchen but his thoughts soon stopped. The lights were off but he noticed a figure standing a few feet in front of him. His body was paralyzed by fear and screaming became a luxury his body could no longer give him.

("Oh, fuck, oh fuck oh fuck.") He thought of himself.

The figure soon took off. It seemed they had no time for Miguel to interfere with them. Time in his head slowed down to a crawl. He was forced to see the figure get ever closer yet not move his body. He stopped breathing and accepted it. Besides they were just robbing him so killing him in cold blood would do them more harm than good if they were ever caught. So he decided to bet his life on them not killing him. That was all he could manage.

He soon felt a fist plough into his chest and he was sent flying. He soon landed on the ground gasping for air.

"You bastard, why the hell didn't you open the door!?"

His fear dissipated almost immediately upon hearing that voice. He then got back up and grabbed the culprit's hair.

"You asshole, who the hell visits someone at 12:30? How the hell did you even get here anyway?"

She quickly bit his hand and he was forced to let go.

"Grab my hair again and I'll smoke in here. Besides, don't you remember that time I said I was gonna copy your key?"

"But I didn't even give it to you yet."

"I just took some photos of it."

"..."

Tibaut fell silent and realised he'd have to take care in the future to not have anyone else take a pic of his keys or at the minimum delete the photos she had.

The woman standing in front of him was almost as tall as him. She wore a black hoodie with the name of a band neither of them knew along with a pair of baggy jeans. She had shoulder-length black hair that seemed somewhat messy though whether caused by Tibaut or its natural state was unknown. Her skin was pale which was surprising since she loved going out so much and she smelt of liquor.

She was his 'friend' Louise.