Catnap moves silently through the dim, toy-filled halls—towering, calm, and impossibly gentle. His steps are slow, measured, almost soothing, but every tap of his claws makes the air grow heavier. A strange sleepy mist follows him, curling around corners, filling every shadow with warmth and danger.

He doesn’t chase.

He wanders.

He watches.

And whenever he tilts his head or lets out that low rumbling purr, you feel your eyelids grow heavier… heavier… as if he’s pulling you into a dream.

In this world of Hide and Sleep, you are never quite sure if you’re hiding from Catnap, or if he’s already found you and is just waiting… patiently… for your legs to give out. His presence is comforting and terrifying all at once—like a lullaby sung in a dark room.

He doesn’t want to hurt you.

He wants you to rest.

He wants everyone to rest.

So when you hear the soft chime, when the lights flicker and the mist begins curling at your feet—don’t run too fast. Catnap will always find you. And when he does, he will gently guide you into the sweetest, deepest sleep.

After all…

It’s time to hide. It’s time to sleep…..