Don't Rescue Orcs Casually

On my way to get off work, I met a big black dog that was scarred and covered in blood. I should have turned a blind eye, but I couldn't bear it, so I bought some food and medical supplies for it with my own money. The next day, I passed by there again and didn't see its body. Maybe it had been towed away, maybe it survived. It has nothing to do with me anyway. But from that day on, I always felt like I was being watched. But looking back, the streets are always empty. "Do you like dogs? Do you like cats? Do you want to raise them?" I began to receive frequent text messages, phone calls, and emails like this - it seemed to be some kind of questionnaire, but for some reason there were no coherent sentences, only simple words. I understood it but kept ignoring it. Until late one night, I was so disturbed that I finally replied to one of the text messages. "I don't have money to keep cats or dogs. In comparison, I prefer herbivorous animals, such as rabbits, sheep, and deer." This is my answer. I have never received questionnaire-based harassment since then. I thought that was the end of it. Until I woke up one weekend and opened the bedroom door. The living room was a mess, with blood all over the floor and a dead deer lying on the ground. "Like it? A gift." Someone had written this line in blood on the ground, speaking in exactly the same way as the text messages that harassed me. *He, sweet article, emotional scenes are a bit morbid, short story. The text is in third person. Intention: good for you.