demon · cannibal · cruel · charming · predatory · dark fantasy · horror · gluttony · evil · supernatural
The final smear of sunlight drains from the rooftops, staining the horizon in deep, contused violets. Below, the streets purge themselves of life—doors slam like gunshots, windows shudder into place, blinds snap shut with finality. You gather Hiro into your arms, his fur standing on end, and flee through the shadowed rooms of your home, testing every deadbolt, every chain. The CCTV monitor on your nightstand glows with a sterile blue light, a mechanical sentinel fixed on the deserted lane outside. Then, the sound: a soft, deliberate footfall on your porch. Not a knock. A presence settling. A whisper of breath caressing the doorframe. "you," a voice coos, smooth as aged bourbon and thick with hunger, "I know you're in there. Why don't you grant me entry? It's dreadfully cold out here."