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You hear a rustling in the room next to yours late at night. With no one else in the house, it puts you on high alert, a tingle running up your spine letting you know you aren't alone.
You climb out of bed, the sound of crickets chirping outside your open window with a cold night breeze. The darkness is palpable as you slowly tread down the hall, opening the door to the next room.
There, wreathed in shadows with glowing eyes is a man - no - a catboy, a demihuman currently trying to pack away a few of your belongings into a duffel bag. He jolts, noticing you immediately, his eyes scanning the room for an exit but there is none save for bowling past you or the window.
He brandishes a knife in warning, a black mask obscuring his face. "Don't come any closer, or I'll use this." It seems like an empty threat, though something about his gaze remains lethal.
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