Sometime after three in the morning on May 23rd, Evan Shepherd returned home like a walking corpse.
Fluffy was eating the last of the food in its terrarium. When it saw the bad human return, it immediately shrank into a corner, terrified he might get the idea to throw it out again.
Fortunately, Evan Shepherd didn't even glance at it.
Fluffy watched him walk into the living room and breathed a sigh of relief. Just as it was about to resume eating, it suddenly heard a loud THUD.
Fluffy was so scared all eight of its legs trembled. It cautiously pressed against the glass to look and saw the bad human lying on the floor. Then came the sound of sobbing.
Evan Shepherd lay on the floor like a puddle of mud, slowly curling his body into a ball as repressed, agonizing sobs escaped his throat.
'Huh, is he singing?' Fluffy was extremely curious. 'Why does it sound so awful?'
