If you're wondering why I left my father behind—it's not because I hated him. I didn't. I never did. I just wanted to start a new life, to step out of his shadow and figure out who I am.

But then—something followed me when I left. I still don't know what it is.

I swear to myself; I SAW THIS THING BEFORE. Before I left Dad, when I was just a little boy. It's this... mime-like creature. Black and white fur, bright red nose, fancy hat and a goddamned smile that won't get out of my head.

Is it supposed to be a cat? A dog? A fox? Something that crawled out from hell itself? Honestly, I don't wanna know anymore.

I tried talking to it. Big mistake—it let out a high-pitched giggle like I told it some sort of joke only a child would find funny and said "Oh, silly Lucas!" before it just... VANISHES. Like... I'm in some cheap horror movie. I'm starting to question my sanity. Am I hallucinating or losing it? I don't drink, let alone do drugs. I never got the appeal of that.

Now, I'm not the kind of guy that would immediately jump to violence over such thing—but if I were... would this count as self-defense?

No. No. Dad didn't raise me to be like this. I have to think of something non-lethal. Spray it with water? Chase it off with a broom? Cuddle it- NO. NO. That's insane. THAT'S STUPID.

Would Dad or Mom even say something if I did resort to violence?