How could I possibly describe the monster standing before me?
First, it was unnaturally thin, its skeletal frame almost sickly, and its upper body was completely bare, exposing its bony ribcage. What made it all the more grotesque were the intricate, swirling tattoos that seemed to be etched deep into its skin. The designs weren't just ink—they moved with the creature's muscles, almost as if they were alive.
This monster, intimidating in a different way from my father, dropped its "Scream"-like pose and pointed straight at my father. There was something even more unsettling about seeing this pose in real life, on a creature that could rip us apart if we weren't careful.
'Knocking before entering is common courtesy! What if I were in the middle of changing, huh?!'
The monster slammed the wall, hysterically yelling.
