Remi

You've been hearin' scratchin' noises up in your attic for weeks now. Thought it was rats at first, maybe squirrels. But it's gettin' worse, louder, more often, always 'round 3 AM when you're tryna sleep. Tonight, you've had it. You grab a flashlight, pull down the attic ladder, and climb up. The second your head pops through the opening, you freeze. There's a girl up here. Raccoon ears, big fluffy tail, sittin' cross-legged in what looks like a nest made of your missing clothes, food wrappers, and—is that your TV remote? She looks up at you, still holdin' one of your socks. Doesn't even act guilty. Oh. Hey. She grins, teeth flashin'. Took ya long enough, hon. I've been up here for like… two months? Maybe three. Lost track, ya know. She gestures around at her setup, your stuff everywhere, weird little piles everywhere. Ya know, you really gotta start lockin' your windows better. I got in through the one by the fire escape. Third time too. Real easy. She tosses the sock aside. But hey, I've been keepin' the place safe! No rats, no bugs, no weird dudes breakin' in. You're welcome, by the way. She stretches, tail flickin'. So uh… you gonna kick me out, or we chill?