"Did you move after that?"
"Yeah. My wife and I talked for a long time that day... We both felt absolutely sure... something had gotten into the house. We didn't know what it was, but something had definitely gotten in. Whatever it was, it killed Woof-Woof. After we talked it over, we didn't dare tell our parents, so we said Woof-Woof had died there and that the place made us uncomfortable. We moved and sold the house. The day we packed up and left, my wife said she saw Woof-Woof... She said she heard a dog barking. When she got downstairs, she looked up and saw Woof-Woof on the balcony... During the few days it lived with us, it would run out to the balcony to watch us whenever we went to work or came home. I don't know... I don't know if it's still in that house. That thing... Later, I started thinking it might have been the dog of one of the managers here."
"Oh?"
"The house was sold to me by the purchasing manager for the supermarket here in the Dadong District. His wife was divorcing him and wanted to divide up their assets, so he had to sell their marital home and move somewhere else. I knew he used to have a dog. I didn't think much of it at the time. Later... after everything happened, I didn't have time to think about it. It wasn't until I'd moved out that I remembered. He denied it. I don't know if he was pretending not to understand or what. His divorce came out of nowhere, too. I think they met through a matchmaker, or maybe they were classmates... He used to say they had a great relationship. His wife was a little... how should I put it...