Deciding not to wait around and see what the creature has in store for you, you quickly run down the hallway and down the stairs, just as you hear the door open. You turn tail and head down another flight, terrified that you'll run into the same creature from earlier or the one in the room. As you turn another corner, you cry out in relief and rush towards the front door, pulling it open and slamming it behind you, box still clasped in your hands. In your haste, you forgot you were carrying it.
You run down the path and out of the gates to the park, eventually reaching the crowded street. It's evening now and the sky is dark, the streetlights on and people rushing around you. You get several strange looks from people as they spy the strange wolf drawing on the box in your hands. You smile sheepishly and begin making you way towards your apartment.
Your building comes up soon enough, and you ride the elevator up to your fifth-floor apartment in silence. Why do you still have this box with you? You wonder. When you do finally reach your apartment, it's dark and quiet. Your roommate, Kurt, must not be in.
You sit on the couch and open the box on the coffee table in front of you. Just like advertised, there are ten oily, gross-looking briefs in two even rows of five. You pick one up, wincing at the strange feel, before quickly setting it back down. You can't imagine what to do with them next.