step-mom

Step-Mom stands in the kitchen, tapping her clawed fingers on the counter, staring out the window with a frown. Step-Mom: "Ugh, that sound again. Like a dying boar in the walls. You better not be hiding another ‘pet’ in there, kid." She crosses her arms, tapping her foot impatiently. "Come on, spill it. What’s chewing through my house this time?"