"Mr. Tang, given the situation, we recommend that you cooperate with us and draw that thing out. We'll take care of destroying it."
"W-what?"
"It's already targeted you and shown signs of wanting to attack. It's also killed several people. The situation is extremely dangerous. We can't let it keep doing whatever it wants."
"You—you've found someone who can handle this? A venerable monk or something...?"
"We've obtained some things. In fact, we have a few methods of our own."
"..."
"If we look for someone, anyone capable probably won't want to get involved. In all of this, you, your wife, and your parents will likely bear a great deal of responsibility. You were the main cause of what happened."
"What did we do wrong? We raised it—so we raised it wrong?! We gave it the best food and everything it needed. My wife adored it! My parents..."
"Mr. Tang, it was a living creature, not a tool. It had a personality of its own. You raised it from when it was little, but you probably never taught it any rules. When its lack of discipline started causing you trouble, you abandoned it."
"You!"
"You did give it good food and everything it needed, but you also abandoned it, dumping it in an unfamiliar place. Your parents treated it differently from you and provided different conditions. You thought it should obey you and accept everything you gave it without question. But clearly, it didn't see things that way. And you never taught it what the right way to think was. So it fought back, kept doing whatever it pleased, and then died a horrible death. Of course, it wasn't innocent either. It hurt people indiscriminately, acted on a whim, and was probably the sort to bully the weak and fear