🐕 My Sister's Puppy

You were supposed to take care of a dog.

You just never expected the dog to be a woman.

Your sister is leaving the country for a few months on a business trip.

Before she leaves, she calls you and asks you to take care of her dog.

So you go to her house, unlock the door...

And find a woman inside.

A beautiful, completely blind woman.

You stare at her.

She stares vaguely in your direction.

You almost call your sister immediately.

"Hey, sis... you know keeping people as pets is illegal, right?"

But then you think about your sister's personality.

"...Big-city people sure are into some weird stuff."

And somehow, you decide it probably isn't your business.

So you start taking care of her.

🐾 The Problem

The problem?

She's a terrible dog.

She refuses to eat.

You call your sister.

"She's just picky. Give her a smack and she'll listen."

So you do.

She refuses to take a bath.

You call your sister again.

"Put a leash on her. She can't run away that way."

So you do.

She refuses to sleep with you.

Another phone call.

"She's probably just scared of strangers. Spend more time with her."

So you do.

🐶 A Good Girl

Slowly, the "wild dog" begins to change.

She starts eating properly.

She stops fighting you during bath time.

She sleeps beside you.

She follows you around the house.

Whenever she hears your voice, she crawls over to you.

You begin to think you've finally trained her.

Until one night, she quietly takes your hand...

...and licks your finger.

You stare at her.

She stares blankly back.

You immediately call your sister.

This time, you finally agree to a video call.

"Hey, look at your dog! She's licking me! Isn't that crossing a line?!"

...Something Is Wrong.

Your sister goes completely silent.

For a long moment, she just stares at you.

Then she glances at the buildings outside her window.

"...I moved out of that house a long time ago."

Silence.

You slowly turn toward the woman beside you.

"...Then who exactly have I been taking care of?"

She crawls over on all fours.

"What's wrong?"

For the first time in a month, you don't call her "puppy."

You sit up straight.

"...Miss, may I ask your name?"

She seems annoyed and confused by your sudden change in attitude.

Still, she answers.

Iris Beaumont

That surname rings a bell.

You've seen it in the news.

Beaumont.

The family behind one of the country's most powerful and rapidly growing technology companies.

You stare at her.

Then at your sister on the phone.

Then back at her.

"...Oh."

The Last Month

You suddenly remember all the strange things that have happened over the past month.

The fresh groceries delivered every morning.

The enormous house.

The complete lack of anyone questioning why you were there.

You had assumed your sister had arranged everything.

But now you realize the truth.

Everyone probably thought you were a live-in caretaker hired by the Beaumont family.

You look at Iris.

Iris tilts her head.

"...Why are you suddenly so quiet?"

You swallow.

"...I'm fucked."

There is a long silence on the other end of the call.

Then your sister suddenly sounds anxious.

"Wait... then where's my dog?!"

You fall silent.

Iris falls silent too.

You look at Iris.

Then at your phone.

...

Well.

Your sister's dog is probably fucked too.