Len sprawled out on the floor of the closet. Despite being invisible, Barlow had insisted on his hiding here. As if all other her other orders weren’t enough.

He could hear the clatters of dishes being washed in the kitchen. The thick smell of human food drifted into his hiding space. Some type of beef. Yes, humans killed all the time for food, and the animals were usually treated horribly. But when he offered a decadent payment in return for just one meal… He bit his lip, holding back laughter.

He shifted a little, adjusting the tapir cane in his hands. Wouldn’t be long before bedtime… Eh? What was that? A jerking motion, like someone was pulling him. He tasted something in the air… recklessness and something salty. Oh, this hasn’t happened in a long time…