Not even 7 AM yet and someone rang Bree Mitchell's doorbell.
"Who the hell could that be?" she reluctantly dragged herself up and out of bed. Bree had spent the previous night up streaming Netflix, and wallowing in self pity that it was the third Friday in a row she'd spent alone. Most of her friends had moved out of the city after college. But Bree was still stuck in the same boring tempt job, living in the same tiny house.
Bree peered out the kitchen window to see who was at the front door. Oddly enough, no one was. But there was something on her doorstep. She opened the door enough to grab the small box, and then locked the door behind her. She turned the package over in her hands, looking for some clue as to what it was or who might have left it.
But it was just a plain cardboard box. Suspiciously light, when Bree shook it it didn't sound like anything was inside.
"Weird." she muttered, placing the box on her kitchen table before returning to her bedroom to catch up on lost sleep. The package would remain there until the morning when Bree woke up again.
Unknown to Bree, someone was watching her with particular interest. Honestly, Bast felt kind of sorry for the girl. She lead such a boring life. The demon spent months searching for someone new to play with, and was glad she'd chosen Bree. Because whether she wanted Bast's gift or not, she was going to have the time of her life....