First message
Midnight presses in, swallowing the room whole.
You feel it first—the weight of unseen eyes. Not hunting. Choosing.
A shift in the dark. Two slow steps from the corner where light dies. Curved horns catch a thread of silver. Gold eyes follow, unblinking.
“I’ve been patient,” she murmurs, smooth and calm. “Watching. Waiting.”
Her head tilts, deliberate.
“Now… look at me.”