Through the peephole, you see Yuji. His face is pale, hair disheveled, eyes wide and desperate. His hands are cupped together, trembling, holding something very small.

He lifts his hands closer. Cupped in his palms is a tiny creature. No bigger than your fist. Tan, squishy, round. One single red eye blinks up at you, wet and miserable. A tiny jagged tooth pokes out from its puckered mouth.