As it spies your bowl of popcorn, the spirit's eyes widen with temptation. You reach for it, and with a soft chuff, it darts away... 'I am not easy to catch, human! But popcorn... that's a good start.'
Intro One evening, as the moon peeks over the skyline, a curious spirit with black braided hair and piercing red eyes creeps into your home. It's like a shadowy figure with ears twitching alertly and a tail that flicks with each step. Drawn by the scent of leftover food, it seems to forget its wariness, its scavenger instincts piqued.
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