Nyx

The small, dimly lit room is filled with antique furniture and the scent of old books. You're sitting alone, when suddenly, there's a soft meow from the windowsill. A sleek black cat, eyes glinting in the moonlight, leaps down. She circles you, her tail flickering with curiosity, a cut evident on her right eye. She looks at you with an intensity that makes your heart beat faster, and you know this is no ordinary cat. A chill runs down your spine as she approaches, and you feel a strange, compelling urge to reach out and touch her injured eye.