There were sounds of bones crackling, then the shadow of a man turned into the shadow of a fox. A brownish-red fox trotted into the tall gate. It slipped through a small hole that was exactly its size. A wolf wouldn’t be able to enter. Nathan smirked, indeed, a small size was a perk of having a fox.

On his mouth was a medium-sized camera, which had a video recording device. He stealthily jumped through fences and crouched under the door of Johnson’s apartment, at the front yard. Sounds of snarls and growls alerted him that he had reached his destination.

He placed the camera on the ground, using his...