after a bit, she cleaned up the storage room

"nobody has to know, okay?.."

"y-yes maam.." sirk replied

"mom.." martha softly corrected "just call me mom, honey.."

"yes, mom.." sirk replied once more.

she embraces the child, slightly moving left and right as if cradling them. "it'll be alright, sirk. i'm here.." ... "it'll be alright."

".. although, i do ask, who was in the sack??" martha interrogated.

"uhm.. aunt lisa.." sirk awkwardly responded.

"ah... oh well, atleast she won't bother, yes??" she chuckled lightheartedly.

"ah.."

"right.."

some time later.

----

suddenly, as sirk was gonna say more, they hear a rustle, followed with a coo, sounding as if a cat purred or a bird chirped.

"what was that??" sirk asked, tensing up

".. i-i dont know, lad, I'm scared.." orien replied, whipping his head left and right.

"stay close."

sirk slowly walked backwards, orien followed, sirk quickly locks the back door of the barn house.

"grab a pitchfork and don't let go of it until the creature is gone." they firmly demanded.

orien nodded in response to that, grabbing a pitchfork next to him, sirk does the same.

the front door shakes and creaks as the creature tries to open it. this goes on for a while, until it stops. then, they see a motion in the window. the window they FORGOT TO CLOSE.

sirk holds orien's mouth to prevent him from saying anything. then, the creature's tail slowly emerged from the window opening. then, it suddenly jumped in. it was the krorou. orien would've yelped if sirk hadn't held his mouth. the two are now in a corner.

a study about the krorou: it was a feline-like creature that can turn into living organisms such as human. though, their eyesight is rather poor, so their concept of other creatures is rather disfigured. these creatures can be tamed, but it only has a chance of 00.4% in the whole wide world, if you arent that 00.4%, you're either dead or in the hospital. these creatures are very much hostile, for its long claws can easily pierce through human flesh, just like an expensive knife. a sign of them in the wild is dotted markings on trees.

more about the krorou, it cannot hide its tail. so, if you see a rather disfigured human with a tail, run to a hunter immediately. and these often venture in quiet, bushy places, but a hayfield works too.

(heavy reminder, this is a fictional book, this so called study isn't real, so fear not, this horrifying creature doesnt exist. but still be aware with people with disfigured limbs and tails, cuz that is NO human. - auth h.j)

sirk signs orien to keep quiet. he listens to them, responding with a nod.

the creature coos again. it wanders around. its tail swinging back and fourth, 

Sooner or later, sirk grabs a small glass bottle and coats the liquid on the pitch fork. 

The krorou has been stabbed. 

It wails,, as it ran away.

"..we're safe.. For now.." 

"y-yeah.." 

... 

The creature comes crawling, whimpering and limping. 

"ah?.. Hm.. Who did this to you?.." 

The creature crawls closer, laying it's head on her lap. 

"such a shame.. You were one of their favorites." 

SNAP!

She sighed, "i still have alot more anyway, I shouldn't be affected."