While blissfully packing his things, a loud insufferable scream sounded throughout the apartment, such that Maurice dropped a heavy book on the floor. He couldn't tell from his room what the source of that scream was but it could not be anything good. He hurriedly hid the book inside a closet and reached to grab a small handaxe he had unpacked and hidden just minutes earlier.

He swung the handaxe a few times, enjoying the light sound it made as it whiffed through the air. 

[color=fff200]"Whatever [i]that[/i] may have been, this should do the trick."[/color] The axe was something he found in a bargain bin sale a few years earlier. It was too light, too small to properly cut into wood, but for Maurice it looked perfect for self-defense. He stared at it, enchanted, for a few moments before he hid it behind his pants before hurriedly leaving the room. 

Outside he saw a small crowd had gathered, seemingly as confused as he was. He rushed over to them, careful to make sure his 'weapon' was completely hidden. [color=fff200]"Any of you know what that was?!"[/color]