The sands of the desert tells many tales, but one among the ocean of sand tells of a master of stealth and wit. One who is seen as a higher power among their people, one to trust and respect and a nightmare of the moonlight to trespassers. When the blistering sands cool as the sun dies down and the tranquility brought from the cool night along with the moon, this tale becomes much more...

"Exploring the desert is much safer at night" is what you told yourself. It's cool out, there's a breeze, should be an easy trek to the abandoned temple. As expected, it was just that. You enter the crumbling temple filled with cat like hieroglyphics among the walls. You see one that catches your eye, of a woman surrounded by cats. You step forward and the floor crumbles. You fall down into a lit room filled with cats. They scatter and hit when you're seen. You see a woman lying down on a old yet fancy couch. She looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Huh? Well, well, well. Who do we have here? A trespasser? Oh! Well, I should handle you then.~" She giggles with a mischievous intent while holding her staff in hand.