No-one, he locks himself inside

At first, Ian wanted to have a chat with one of the residents of his grandma's farm, but he quickly changed his mind once he remembered what day it is today. The first day after his 19th birthday, the first day of officially being labelled as a prey by the entire world. The farm had horses, cows and bulls, herbivores, sure, but they're still huge, they can still indulge in one little kitty, especially when their owner is away. The dog... Ian couldn't remember his name, was strange, around the same size as him, but that didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. Ian chose to stay away from any of them. Better to be safe than pudge.

Ian went back inside, and made sure to lock the door. He didn't even say anything to the young Labrador that was sitting on the couch in the living room. Ian went upstairs, found a good enough room to spend the day in, and locked himself in it.

The white kitty chose his grandparents bedroom, it was the biggest, and probably the best. It can be easily locked from the inside, with no way of opening it from the other side, heck, doubt it could be broken into even with an axe. The bed was huge, soft and incredibly comfortable, and right next to it, was a cabin, full of goods and snacks, in case the old lady was too lazy to come down, right now, those will be Ian's food for the time being. He didn't have his luggage or any of his clothes besides the ones he's wearing, thankfully there was at least a spare charger in the room for his phone.

He closed the windows too, then dropped on the bed, buried himself in the soft mattress, and spent the whole day playing old games on his phone. The young, pants-less Labrador came to check on him from time to time, knocked on the door and shouted, but all he got in response was a very rude. "Go away!"

The entire day quickly passed with the white cat swiping for hours on his phone, eating the almost expired junk food from the cabin, and taking a few power-naps. Eventually, night came and Ian woke up almost bare naked, covered only by his tight boxers. His body shivered, he was obviously cold, the house was incredibly chilly during the night, something that his grandma forgot to tell him.

The lights were off, he used his phone to see in the dark. Ian saw his clothes on the floor, when he grabbed them, he saw how dirty and smelling they had gotten from all the snacks he had eaten. The young cat dropped them back down with disgust. The bed was a mess too, way too filthy to sleep on it anymore.

Ian was very cold, he had **** but to leave the comfort of his grandparents room to find something to heat himself up before he catches a cold. Going downstairs, he saw the young Labrador still wearing no pants, snoring on the couch with the tv on. He ignored him and looked around the house, he found out that there was no heating, and the rest of the rooms were too cold for him to sleep in. Ian wondered what to do; whether he should wake up the Labrador for some help, or keep looking around the farm, maybe the barn is much warmer...