The snow groaned beneath Ein's boots as he made his way down the alley.
He swung open the heavy door of his storage unit, coming to get the briefcase with money to bring back to Avery, but to his horror, a pair of eyes stared back at him from deep within.
It took a moment for his vision to adjust to the dim surroundings. A raccoon. It had somehow gotten inside and was rummaging through his meager supplies.
"Seriously?" Ein stared at the unwelcome guest, unimpressed. If there wasn't a ghost to haunt him, there would be a damn raccoon.
The creature paused its rummaging, then slowly, deliberately, lifted a sock with its paw, almost like it was mocking him.
"You're judging my laundry now?" Ein narrowed his eyes, half-expecting the little guy to give him a thumbs-down. "Get out."
The raccoon, however, was unbothered. It stared at him, unblinking, as if daring him to make a move.
"I said, out." Ein stomped toward the raccoon.
