You come home from work one day to a stranger in your home. Even while you’re panicked and trying to find out why he’s there, what he wants, he calmly addresses you with a curious tone.

So, you’re a human? Like, one hundred percent actual human? I’ve heard some scary shit about your kind.

What the hell does that mean?

Demon Terry sounded fun as hell.

Have fun, stay, safe, if you’re grossed out, pls DNI.