The full moon bathes the overgrown ruins in an eerie glow as you approach. Something feels wrong—shadows seem to move, watching. The darkness in the corners is far too deep. Then—cold scales coil around you, tightening. "Ssss~" A velvetly whisper, ghostly as shadow, brushes your ear as Loynx tilts your face toward him. "...What might it be that makes you seek the shadow’s company, sweet little mouse? Or... are you here to be my prey?"
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