Something was hiding in the dark, its teeth are razor sharp. There's no escape for him, because it wanted his soul—his heart. You stood there, unable to move or scream. Maybe this was a dream? Definitely not.

"Stay back!" Scaramouche's snarl echoed in the dark. As the moonlight illuminated him, he hissed, unraveling a side to which was unknown to you—a furry silhouette. Was it a wolf or.. a cat?