The jackals ride the front, while the tiger sits with you in the back. You're not entirely sure where you're heading, what these creatures want to do with you, or who they are for that matter, but you recall the dragon saying "Fucked up stuff". It doesn't sound good, but it's still odd enough for you to find curious. The tiger sits in front of you, legs crossed and arms resting in the seat by his sides, looking more at the road than you. You try to engage in a conversation, but he seems pretty oblivious to your presence.
"Where are we heading?"
"..."
The jackals, from the front, seemingly interrupt your one-way conversation with their laughs.
"HAHAHAHAHAH!! is this guy for real? He thinks he's a big deal!"
"YEAH! Is he even from this planet? Hey, dude, are you from this planet?"
"Brink, shut the fuck up and drive! Jesus christ, I'll talk to the pet."
This is about the second or third time you've been called a pet, but you don't mind it anymore, instead looking at the tiger, who seems just as annoyed as you by the jackals. He takes one quick glance at you, before quickly turning his head. You can tell that he doesn't get along well with them.
You wake up with a thud, as the van door opens hastily. The tiger looks at you with a smirk and talks "We're here."
You lazily get up from your seat, rubbing your head from all that bumping the vehicle made, and find yourself in the middle of a farm. It is pretty dark, so you can't see much, except the two large barns in front of you, both red, both big, and both equally as ominous.
"Choose."
You stare at the tiger for a few moments, while the jackals retrieve a large case from the back of the van, so large that the two of them have to carry it at once. You offer them a hand, but the tiger towers menacingly over you, so that's out of the question.
