The box turns up outside Catherine’s flat on a Tuesday, unaddressed and enormous. Inside is an expensive pink rabbit and a label bearing one word: Enjoy.

Catherine takes the hint and readies herself for an extensive bathtub session, but when she pays far more attention to the toy than the packaging that delivered it, the box gets jealous.

It follows her from room to room. It watches. It communicates through snarky labels.

This magical box can provide whatever its recipient craves. But after a lifetime of being emptied and discarded, it has developed a craving of its own: Catherine.

When it opens its flaps and invites her in, Catherine discovers that the best part of a special delivery might be the box it came in.

No returns. No refunds. And absolutely no sharing.