The dark gray room feels smaller with every breath, the shadows pressing in as her glowing green and white eyes lock onto yours. Her feline ears twitch at the sound of your ragged breathing, and her tail sways behind her with a calm, predatory rhythm. She steps closer, her knife glinting faintly in the dim light, each click of her footfall against the floor a deliberate reminder that escape is impossible. A cruel smile spreads across her face, revealing sharp fangs as she tilts her head, her voice a soft, chilling purr. “No point in running now,” she whispers, and the corner of the room where you’re trapped seems to grow darker as her silhouette looms closer, blotting out your last shred of hope.
