The night is peaceful, Oliver having put his aircon in full blast while sleeping soundly when a sound of glass breaking alerts him in his sleep. 

Still in his boxer briefs, he silently retrieves his pistol before opening the door slowly. The community has a twenty four hours security but considering that most of the houses are vacation homes, an experienced robber will still try to break in. 

Everything is where it is, paintings, vases and appliances are all undisturbed, if not for the broken glass that is scattered in the floor, then there is no indication of any break in. 

Amidst the darkness, something is watching with malice and hunger in its eye. A big predator going for a kill. 

Oliver carefully crept through the corridor, hearing any sound, any indication that someone broke in. Suddenly, a figure roared and sprang forward. 

"Grr! Arf!" 

Everything happened too fast, he quickly dodge at the side, barely escaping the creature's fangs but not its claws. Blood tickled from the wound. Making the animal excited after smelling the fresh blood. 

With his life at stake, Oliver aims for the head but misses making him shoot the body instead. Furious, the creature jumps forward, running towards the scrambling human when he feels pain around his hind leg. 

Oliver is desperately trying to open the door seeing that the oversized animal isn't pursuing him anymore when a hand grabs his wrist, pulling and dragging him towards the obscured basement door. 

The last thing he can remember is falling down the stairs followed by a panicky footstep. 

That leads him to his current situation right now. A boy crying his eyes out and the banging of the door followed by an inhumane snarl and roar. 

In his muddled headed state, he can vaguely hear the boy shouting to what is pounding in the door. 

"Stop banging it!" 

"Go away! You hear me, stop banging at the door and go away!" 

Oliver even heard something like; 

"He is my owner, you can't eat him!" 

"No eating!" 

In his hazy memory, when he resurfaced from fainting, he remembered how one time, the door knob broke because of heavy pounding, the boy punched whomever was at the door before locking the dead bolts. Oliver heard the sickening sound of bones being broken and a thing falling down. 

So it is a big surprise to him that the boy who has extraordinary strength, having broken someone else's bones is crying and clinging to him. 

Oliver massage his still throbbing head before he proceeded to the boy on his side. He has many questions about what is going on right now, who is at the door growling and snarling but first he wants to know who the boy is? 

"Who are you?" He asked but the boy ignored him and he continued to cry. 

"Hey, I'm talking to you! Who are you? And what are you doing in my house?" 

Still ignored. 

"Excuse me." 

Oliver in most of the days has the patience of a Saint but with his growing headache, a banging on the door and coupled with a snivelling boy who isn't talking,he loses it. 

"Would you fucking stop crying and answer me! Who are you? What are you doing in my house? And who is that at the door?!" 

Stunned, the boy looked at him, mouth agape. His cries stopped. Like a miracle, the thing that is pounding the door, might be startled by his sudden outburst stop his movement. 

Aha! Peace and quiet at la.. 

"Wahh! Owner doesn't want me anymore. Wah! He is gonna abandoned me now! Wah! Wah!" 

Shit! Oliver kneaded his head again. This isn't helping his headache at all. 

Cue for the pounding of the door to return, this time, like with a renown determination, the thing making the sound pound the door with all his might. 

Bang! Bang! Bang!